According to my son, I ruin everything. How?
First, I put the kibosh on the guess-where-I-am-going-to-poke-you-with-this-big-stick-while-you-play-on-the-swing game. Next, I banned the Olympic training for a little-know event involving pushing one's friend down the driveway and across the street in a wheeled computer chair.
Yes, I realize we found the chair in someone's trash, but that doesn't mean we have to use it like rednecks. I just think two eleven-year-old boys could find less dangerous games to play. Am I asking too much?
And I do wonder what Mrs. Neighbor has been calling the city about today? At least she's gotten some good raw material.
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