I was sort of hoping for a long thread
on funny incidents involving not-yet-socialized humans, aka: Kids.
Instead this is turning into one of those whiny, bitchy piss and moan contests...and it isn't even about me for a change.
Sudsman, please don't be offended, I respect you enormously and truly want to get to know you better. I just feel that if we start censoring these things, it might turn into a useful sociological treatise, but not be the humorous thread I want it to be.
Ego problem, moi?
So, this is one my family likes to tell people incessantly (especially my financé):
When I was not quite two, I was out with my mom's dad driving. He ran a red light and the cops pulled him over. He's doing a great job of telling the officer that the light hadn't been there the day before (true) and there was no mandatory warning 50 feet in front of it (also true) when I chime in: "Grampa, you said there wasn't anybody on the road so we didn't need to stop but I think these are bodys!"
I doubt I used quite those words, but there it was and he got a big ticket and I got no ice cream, which is where we had been headed.
Sigh.
And yes, nearly 50 years later I can still regret it. The ice-cream, not the ticket.
on funny incidents involving not-yet-socialized humans, aka: Kids.
Instead this is turning into one of those whiny, bitchy piss and moan contests...and it isn't even about me for a change.
Sudsman, please don't be offended, I respect you enormously and truly want to get to know you better. I just feel that if we start censoring these things, it might turn into a useful sociological treatise, but not be the humorous thread I want it to be.
Ego problem, moi?
So, this is one my family likes to tell people incessantly (especially my financé):
When I was not quite two, I was out with my mom's dad driving. He ran a red light and the cops pulled him over. He's doing a great job of telling the officer that the light hadn't been there the day before (true) and there was no mandatory warning 50 feet in front of it (also true) when I chime in: "Grampa, you said there wasn't anybody on the road so we didn't need to stop but I think these are bodys!"
I doubt I used quite those words, but there it was and he got a big ticket and I got no ice cream, which is where we had been headed.
Sigh.
And yes, nearly 50 years later I can still regret it. The ice-cream, not the ticket.