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On Wednsday, Jack was trying to get his sister to "pull me fast on my scooter" behind her bike so he can jump the culvert in the driveway.

I yelled to him to put on his helmet, and he looked at me like I'm retarded and said "Dad, I don't haffta, bbbbecause my head is already hard, it won't hurt."

this is going to be an expensive summer.

Oh, yes... the filthy cat will make a nettin a 30in Pike easy! I would inform him that, should he catch said cat, removal from the net could prove to be very much like releasing a a stroked out weedeater.... and that he might want to wait for assistance from the masta of destruction... that be you...

oh yeah, I've got that release all planned out already...



9 lives my azz... we'll see about that.

Dave,

Great story! That put a big smile on my face. Gotta love kids and the crazy things they do. I can just picture it. Would have loved to have seen it "live."

As John said (I'm a lover of labs), I can just imagine that lab (with a big smile on his face) playing chicken with your son too.


That whole ordeal would have been a blast to see!!

oh i can see in in my head. little boy, evil laugh, smile ear to ear. goofy black lab side stepping his every move like a bull fighter....

yeah, good stuff.

Glad he didn't pole vault unexpectedly

Waiting for Mrs ND to weigh in on the next target though

she don't like gary the filthy outside cat any more than i do.

We are not the "cat people" that we once thought we were when we were younger.

We just arn't cat people.

but the oldest boy likes that cat so... that's what keeps him alive.

20 some years ago when my oldest was 5-6 and the 2nd was 3, we had watched a show on tv with Evil Knevil. My boys proceed to go out and build a ramp, unbeknown to me. One 2 X 12 about 8' long and one of my sawhorses that stood about 30" tall. Oldest went first with his bicycle and everything went perfect. The younger son had not yet stepped up to a bike, but he had one of these go anywhere trikes that worked great in the sand. Only thing these 2 future jumping stars didn't think about was the back tires on the trike. Yep, he had the speed up and had it lined up perfect and when that back end hit the 2 x 12 it brought everything to a sudden stop, except for him. Had a golfball size gooseegg on his forehead where he hit the sawhorse on the way over.

Just like Dave, I love those boys and they turned out pretty darn good. Now they both have kids of their own and the kids are taking after them. I LOVE IT.

His roping career was started left handed but found out he could only be a healer. At age 4 he asked for a right handed rope and he's rope right handed ever since. He still doesn't like healing much, he Heads most of the time.

Have Fun

Rob

Now that's FUNNY as hell.....

Yeah, that one split my side!

Only thing wrong with the whole thread is that Gary the filthy outside cat should have been injured in the mix. Don't you have an old pike pole he can use as a lance to sprear that ugly ole cat with?

Well I see to short term out comes here, one the Boy needs a hot fudge sundae, and a fishing trip. On the long term, the young guy is going to be a heck of a helicopter pilot. As for the cat, that is what 22 hornets are for.

i'll see what I can do but gary has been run over by one small dirt bike already so he tends to shy away from the dirt bikes.

my oldest boy started out on a 50cc bike as well & he ran his buddy Gary the filthy outside cat over one day, ran his azz right over, front tire, back tire! Thump-thump!

The cat took off running into the woods kind of sideways & I figured that was it for Gary the filthy cat.

But he came back a couple hours later like nothing had happened.

That was probably 5 years ago already, Gary the filthy cat is getting old, he may die of old age yet.

I always tell my son and nephews that I know what they're thinking because I used to be them.

You've diagnosed the problem, now think outside the box (odd concept, really, as I'd rather be inside the box).

If the cat is shy of the bike, the boy needs something with a longer reach. Broomstick with a nail? He's just going to need to learn to hold it on the bike at sloooooowwwwww speed before he goes for the gold.

George

now that you mention it I am absolutely certain that is what 22 hornets are for.

from now on when i think to myself "what's a 22 hornet really good for?" Well I guess i just won't ever have to wonder any more.

Well I'm hanging it up for the week. time to go pick up my little warrior from daycare.

The animals fear him, he is one of us, just way smaller.

Years ago I came home to my wife and her best friend all up set because the boys had managed to find a firecracker and it went off so close to them that one had burns on the back of his hand and both had a noticable lose of hair up to were thier hats were.
after telling both of them what bad boys they were I called them out side to look at something.
1st words out of my mouth was were in the Sam Heck did you two Find the black powder.
Not only had they set off the powder but they had dug a small hole and pored the powder in it.
When tossing matches at it didn't work, so one of the rocket scientist stood over it and droped the match[that would have been my son].
Years later I told them how I knew what they had done, and yes I burnt my finger too.

Dave, thanks for posting this thread. it really made my good day much better.