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I went to a picnic today with my wife and son. A bunch of friends and family were there, and the guys and I played some football. Got all sweaty and bruised before lunch. Shortly after lunch, we're watching the kids have fun. As we watch, Little Goofball trundles(He hasn't been walking long so it's sort of a trundle.) up to the nearest toddler, grabs him around the shoulders as if to hug him and pulls them both to the ground. Well, we help them up. The other toddler is crying. Goofball gives a little laugh and trundles to the next nearest toddler, grabs him and pulls them both down too. Now my wife and I are both smiling. SHe in an apologetic manner to the other parents and in a 'not one word' way to me. I'm grinning in a 'that's my boy!' way.

SHe says, "We'll have to put a stop to that."
I nod and say, "You're right." I pull my son back to his feet, and say, "Tackle them around the waist." He looks at me with an uncomprehending look and happy grin. That got a laugh from everybody.

Until he heads back to the first toddler, grabs him around the waist and throws him to the ground, keeping his feet. Unfortunately, I make the mistake of cheering. Well, that got me slapped on the arm by my wife and she apologized profusely. So I pick little goofball up and we spend some time apart from the other families. I got a lecture about tact. :p

I went to a picnic today with my wife and son. A bunch of friends and family were there, and the guys and I played some football. Got all sweaty and bruised before lunch. Shortly after lunch, we're watching the kids have fun. As we watch, Little Goofball trundles(He hasn't been walking long so it's sort of a trundle.) up to the nearest toddler, grabs him around the shoulders as if to hug him and pulls them both to the ground. Well, we help them up. The other toddler is crying. Goofball gives a little laugh and trundles to the next nearest toddler, grabs him and pulls them both down too. Now my wife and I are both smiling. SHe in an apologetic manner to the other parents and in a 'not one word' way to me. I'm grinning in a 'that's my boy!' way.

SHe says, "We'll have to put a stop to that."
I nod and say, "You're right." I pull my son back to his feet, and say, "Tackle them around the waist." He looks at me with an uncomprehending look and happy grin. That got a laugh from everybody.

Until he heads back to the first toddler, grabs him around the waist and throws him to the ground, keeping his feet. Unfortunately, I make the mistake of cheering. Well, that got me slapped on the arm by my wife and she apologized profusely. So I pick little goofball up and we spend some time apart from the other families. I got a lecture about tact. :p

LOL...LG, it's never ceased to amaze me that nature has allowed you to reproduced. ;)

The little guy knows how to tackle!!!! Get him playing Rugby :D

LOL...LG, it's never ceased to amaze me that nature has allowed you to reproduced. ;)


I'm pretty sure nature is amazed as well.... Who'd have thought that area could take so much punishment and still work?

Aw, that's awesome. Little kids are great. I did the same thing with my brother. He was taking his first step, so I jumped on the kid and hauled him down. (I was about 2 at the time. Probably would have done it anyway, though.)

Your son will give emotional trauma to many one day, Goof. I salute you! :D

In all seriousness though, I salute you! ;)

*must remember to put all his own future children in a giant wrestling ring and force them to fight to be my favourite*

Looks like you got a winner there LG. Congrats! What team do you want him to play for?

LOL...LG, it's never ceased to amaze me that nature has allowed you to reproduced. ;)

Nobody was as surprised as I was. :)

vive le mini goofball

do you call him that ? or does it piss people off

Just think, LG - it won't be long until the little tyke is coming up with new and exciting ways of being strange and random on his own. Then, you'll be sat there, in your rocket powered rocking chair, oscillating back and forward while Goofball Jr. does things with cats and gelatine. Happy days to come for you...

LOL...LG, it's never ceased to amaze me that nature has allowed you to reproduced. ;)Somebody beat me to it.

vive le mini goofball

do you call him that ? or does it piss people off

I often call him 'Little Goofball' or 'Goofball'. But I usually call him by his name.

I often call him 'Little Goofball' or 'Goofball'. But I usually call him by his name.
yes i guess the name comes before the insanity and mental warping

Just think, LG - it won't be long until the little tyke is coming up with new and exciting ways of being strange and random on his own. Then, you'll be sat there, in your rocket powered rocking chair, oscillating back and forward while Goofball Jr. does things with cats and gelatine. Happy days to come for you...

*wipes away a tear*
And I'll wonder where the time went. *sigh*

yes i guess the name comes before the insanity and mental warping

Or at the same time. I want him to have a strong sense of identity when he drives people screaming for safety. :)

*wipes away a tear*
And I'll wonder where the time went. *sigh*
*wonders if LG realizes what he is doing right at this second if he is reading this* ;)

*wipes away a tear*
And I'll wonder where the time went. *sigh*
Thinking about it a little more, the son could become greater than the father. You see, he'll learn from your loony ways, creating an underlying replica 'base unit' of you from which to work from, then he'll add his own randomness. He could be our new random messiah! Well, maybe that was too far, but I'll bet he's well random when he's older. Especially if you call him Little Goofball alot.

*wonders if LG realizes what he is doing right at this second if he is reading this* ;)

Me? Or my son?

I'm eating leftover kielbasa. My son is with my grandmother giving her some more grey hairs. :)

Thinking about it a little more, the son could become greater than the father. You see, he'll learn from your loony ways, creating an underlying replica 'base unit' of you from which to work from, then he'll add his own randomness. He could be our new random messiah! Well, maybe that was too far, but I'll bet he's well random when he's older. Especially if you call him Little Goofball alot.

Isn't that every parent's dream?

Goofballs, make sure you get the name Little Goofballs for his birthday. Ok, so NS might not be running by the time he's old enough to type, but hey.

I'm pretty sure nature is amazed as well.... Who'd have thought that area could take so much punishment and still work?

lol, I'm sure Nature thought all was well, till it received the news, and paled in horror, and thought, "Oh, shit. I have to try a lot harder." ;)

lol, I'm sure Nature thought all was well, till it received the news, and paled in horror, and thought, "Oh, shit. I have to try a lot harder." ;)


Why is it, when I read that, I had a mental image of LG (the picture on the picture thread, covered in mud) standing on top of a house, in the middle of a hurricane?

EDIT: on further examing this thought, it also involved singing the oompah-loompah songs in an operatic tenor voice.

lol, I'm sure Nature thought all was well, till it received the news, and paled in horror, and thought, "Oh, shit. I have to try a lot harder." ;)

:eek: Oh no! One slipped through! Send in the steel-toed boots! :eek:

By the way, I hate steel-toed boots. :mad:

Im surprised you can have kids with all the groin shots youve taken.

Why is it, when I read that, I had a mental image of LG (the picture on the picture thread, covered in mud) standing on top of a house, in the middle of a hurricane?

:eek: Have you been spying on me?!? :eek:

Im surprised you can have kids with all the groin shots youve taken.

So was I. :)

:eek: Have you been spying on me?!? :eek:

Yes. Every day. I even know what you sing. (I edited it into that quoted post.)

:eek: Oh no! One slipped through! Send in the steel-toed boots! :eek:

By the way, I hate steel-toed boots. :mad:

LOL...I don't think that'd do it with you. Perhaps an encounter with an alligator? Or angry mud dweller whose home you've invaded in your persuit of the perfect mudhole? I hear they were once people, but found the joys of mud, much as you did, and became so addicted to it, they eventually refused to leave. They began constructing their own complex social order, and became to be very hostile and territorial, in order to secure their own environment from invaders who would steal it away, as well as their joy.

Im surprised you can have kids with all the groin shots youve taken.
He shouldn't wear a loaded pistol in his pants then, should he?

Yes. Every day. I even know what you sing. (I edited it into that quoted post.)

That settles it. I need my own tv show. :p

He shouldn't wear a loaded pistol in his pants then, should he?

That's why I only own a shotgun. :p

LOL...I don't think that'd do it with you. Perhaps an encounter with an alligator? Or angry mud dweller whose home you've invaded in your persuit of the perfect mudhole? I hear they were once people, but found the joys of mud, much as you did, and became so addicted to it, they eventually refused to leave. They began constructing their own complex social order, and became to be very hostile and territorial, in order to secure their own environment from invaders who would steal it away, as well as their joy.

I have dual citizenship. :)

That's why I only own a shotgun. :p
You definitely shouldn't keep that in your pants...

...you'd get too many people saying 'Is that a loaded shotgun in your pants, or...'

You definitely shouldn't keep that in your pants...

...you'd get too many people saying 'Is that a loaded shotgun in your pants, or...'

Proper response: "Can't it be both?"

Why is it, when I read that, I had a mental image of LG (the picture on the picture thread, covered in mud) standing on top of a house, in the middle of a hurricane?

EDIT: on further examing this thought, it also involved singing the oompah-loompah songs in an operatic tenor voice.

Because he's spiting nature? As for the oompa loompas..I suggest you stay away from the special food and drinks people give you. ;)

I have dual citizenship. :)

Ahh...I see. I assume you remained with non mud people, because the mate you found refused to return to your society with you?

Proper response: "Can't it be both?"
No no no. The proper response to the question:

"Is that a loaded shotgun in your pants, or are you just pleased to see me?"

Is:

"Well, it's pump action and it sprays its load from the end when fiddled with..."

That way, it keeps 'em guessing. And you can knee-cap them if they ask too many questions. :eek:

Because he's spiting nature? As for the oompa loompas..I suggest you stay away from the special food and drinks people give you. ;)



Ahh...I see. I assume you remained with non mud people, because the mate you found refused to return to your society with you?

That and the tacos. *nod*