Ina
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- Location
- Harris County, NE of Houston, Tx.
Does your family have any funny stories about you, that gets repeated over and over? Did you think they were funny too. Are you going to pass them on down the line?
When my youngest boy was 10, he like most boys that age was anti-girls. Of course we told him he had to be courteous to girls, as well as others.
One day we invited a couple and their three daughters over for an afternoon BBQ dinner. We were all out on the glassed in sun pouch. The kids were outside playing on the trampoline, and running around. They had been told to play outside.
Well all of a sudden I heard the front door slam, and I could here feet thundering through the house. Next thing I saw was my son shooting through the sun room with the oldest girl close behind, and he was screaming for me to help him. He didn't even slow down long enough to open the glass door to the back yard. I literally saw the broken glass fall to the floor behind him as he went through it so fast.
Of course I just knew he was all cut up, so I took off after him, and caught up with the two kids around the corner of the house. The girl, who was larger than my son, was setting a straddle of my son, and was kissing him all over his face. When he saw me, he started to cry, and begged me to make her stop kissing him.
Of course I did my best not to laugh as I told her to get off him, and that if he didn't want to be kissed, he had a right not to be. She pouted the rest of the afternoon, and I let my son go over to his best friends house to be sure there was no more such incidents.
That has been a much repeated story in our family. :hee:
When my youngest boy was 10, he like most boys that age was anti-girls. Of course we told him he had to be courteous to girls, as well as others.
One day we invited a couple and their three daughters over for an afternoon BBQ dinner. We were all out on the glassed in sun pouch. The kids were outside playing on the trampoline, and running around. They had been told to play outside.
Well all of a sudden I heard the front door slam, and I could here feet thundering through the house. Next thing I saw was my son shooting through the sun room with the oldest girl close behind, and he was screaming for me to help him. He didn't even slow down long enough to open the glass door to the back yard. I literally saw the broken glass fall to the floor behind him as he went through it so fast.
Of course I just knew he was all cut up, so I took off after him, and caught up with the two kids around the corner of the house. The girl, who was larger than my son, was setting a straddle of my son, and was kissing him all over his face. When he saw me, he started to cry, and begged me to make her stop kissing him.
Of course I did my best not to laugh as I told her to get off him, and that if he didn't want to be kissed, he had a right not to be. She pouted the rest of the afternoon, and I let my son go over to his best friends house to be sure there was no more such incidents.
That has been a much repeated story in our family. :hee: