'Out Of Gas'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
When I was 4 or 5, my brother who was 6 or 7 and I would go around the block and across at least on street to the elementary school playground - alone. Once we got trapped up in the rocket shaped slide ting while an older kid shot a BB gun at us.
And I know I was walking several blocks alone after school by third grade.
When I was 4 or 5, my brother who was 4 or 7
God I am so confused.
I fixed. phhhbbtt
ION, This is Hug an Atheist Day
eta: Some have suggested today should also be "Pat an Agnostic on the Shoulder Day"
we had a bell. Big old cast-iron bell in the courtyard in front of the house. It was quite embarrasing to be in the middle of a game of ghost-in-the-graveyard and hear ding-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding-a-ding! and have all the other kids tease, "hey McNultys your dinner's ready!"
what do meta-agnostics get?
edit: I tend to identify as atheist as it discourages efforts to convert me. Maybe I can get some a-frame hugs today.
My dad has the ability to whistle so piercingly that he could just open the front door of the house, stick two fingers in his mouth, whistle, and I'd hear it four blocks over at the playground. I knew then it was time to go home. Better than a cell phone!
HOW. HOW DID YOU GET HIM TO USE THE THING???????????????
I credit daycare for much of it, Franny for the rest. I did very little. About all I actively did was sing goofy songs to him on the potty like "if you pee-pee in the potty shout HOORAY!" Oh, and I stopped putting him in diapers once he started to demonstrate that he could use it. After that, I think the general unpleasantness of the wet/poopy underpants teaches them the rest.
He's better at using it for #1 than #2, even now. And a lot of the kids in his class are still wearing pull-ups, so don't worry. She's not behind the curve, Lillian will learn when she's ready.
When I was 4 I got loose from my dad at the mall and decide to play hide-and-seek, compacting myself into the space beneath a bench in a dressing room at the far end of the place. Not so great for parental peace of mind, but I was ahead of my time in developing the skills necessary to survive invasion by chest-busting aliens.
Laga, your name's McNulty? Oh, that's right...I skeeved you once talking about my mad crush on The Wire's Jimmy McNulty.