Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Hong Kong Fui with Tourettes...
Noahman has developed an issue with controlling his, well, outbursts. We've nicknamed them his "Tourette's Outbursts". I cannot figure it out, but he will start off with his Ronnie James Dio "Crazy Metal Face" and point to the crowd, ala Jack Black in "School of Rock" and launch into these crazy karate chopping antics while hooting like a Cherokee Indian. The only way to describe it is by video...
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Oh, Snap...
It's funny when kids start repeating things that their parents say or things that they hear on TV. The "newest" saying of Caleb is, "Oh, snap". The funny part is that it is said, almost in passing. The funniest part is that it has no emphasis...just stated. For example, we were lost in a corn field yesterday and caleb quietly stated, "I think we're lost, oh snap..."
Yesterday he and I were in a corn maze here in Northern Virginia and we were very lost. After a few minutes of wandering through the corn, he and his friends were starting to blatantly violate the cardinal rules of the Corn Cops(seriously, there are yellow-shirted thugs in the cornfields that "police" the people therein). I started to tell the young cub scouts about children that live in the corn and how a movie was made about it--"Children of the Corn". Taking a hint from Oliver Stone, I embellished the reality and truth of the matter to state that the Children of the Corn were your friends...until you walked off the path into their corn. And DON'T, under ANY circumstances, hurt any of the corn.
I think that telling the kids this story before entering the maze would be a better policing idea than randomly staging minimum waged pseudo-rent-a-cops in the corn fields.
Yesterday he and I were in a corn maze here in Northern Virginia and we were very lost. After a few minutes of wandering through the corn, he and his friends were starting to blatantly violate the cardinal rules of the Corn Cops(seriously, there are yellow-shirted thugs in the cornfields that "police" the people therein). I started to tell the young cub scouts about children that live in the corn and how a movie was made about it--"Children of the Corn". Taking a hint from Oliver Stone, I embellished the reality and truth of the matter to state that the Children of the Corn were your friends...until you walked off the path into their corn. And DON'T, under ANY circumstances, hurt any of the corn.
I think that telling the kids this story before entering the maze would be a better policing idea than randomly staging minimum waged pseudo-rent-a-cops in the corn fields.
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