January 13th, 2010
I’m not allowed get wet
“I’m not allowed get wet”
The refrain of pussies in the summer water fights. There was always one kid who was afraid of going home soaking. I was never “not allowed get wet” and hosed them gicknahs as they balwed. Big deal, so your kid comes home wet and has to change their clothes.
I was thinking about this yesterday when I was hanging up some posters. There were kids in my class who’s parents didn’t allow them put posters on their wall and I presume they were also not allowed to get wet. I remember a friend wanted to put a wrestling poster in his bedroom and his Mam said no becasue a pin would make a hole and tape would damage the wall.
Nice.
We were allowed to paint all over the bedroom me and young Poncho shared, and he even began hacking away at the wall to try get into the house next door but that’s a different story. I can’t remember the point I was trying to make. Something about letting kids be kids. I know everybody hates him but Dice sums it up well in this off the cuff lecture. ‘Whack your bag and go back to sleep, wake up and whack it again’.
Let your kids get wet. Although judging by the amount of little knackers in my old estate you’d think they were mogwais.
