SHE DIDN'T SAY THAT, DID SHE?
I grew up on a small ranch in South Texas. We had cattle and horses and one big ass garden that I hated. It was the best place a kid could grow up. Lots of land and plenty of stuff to do. I started my rodeo career right on our ranch. Five years old and rode a little bull calf, I got tossed and hit my head on fence post...no major damage done.
My Grandpa, Dad and just about all my Uncles were bull riders. I had no choice, it was in the blood. It was great, but as a past post stated, it all ended way too soon. So, I found a new job and went on. Found a nice girl that could put up with me and got married. We didn't have a lot of money so we moved into a duplex in the city. No country boy should live in the city, you can't even piss in your own backyard without some old busy body calling the cops on you.
When I got into law enforcement, we had to move closer to the department. We had a house built in a subdivision (in the city) and it's very nice. We were the 3rd house built in the sub and had built right next to another police officer from a different department. We fast became great friends, his family and mine, we were like family. We put up our fences together and built a gate joining their backyard and ours, all was great.
Then one day they came to us and told us they had to move. It's a very long story so I'm gonna spare you the details. Anyway, the house was vacant for several months. We really didn't want anyone to move in because we knew no one could be as good a neighbor as the Chapa Family.
So one day we see this moving truck unloading boxes and stuff, but we don't see a family. We were going out and didn't have time to go and introduce ourselves. Days went by and we saw the family every once in a while but we still had not met them.
Let me interject, I have a 5 year old son and a 3 year old daughter. We have tried our best to teach them manners and to be well behaved. We are honest and have used all the correct terms for body parts (don't get ahead of me). We have been told by numerous people how polite and well mannered our kids are.
Back to the story. So one day we're in the backyard with the kids and a ball goes flying over the fence. Well Mrs. Q is back there and tried to toss it back but it hit the kids swing set and went right back. So Tamara goes to the gate and opens it and gets the ball from Mrs. Q. I walk over and introduce myself and Tamara. Mr. and Mrs. Q do the same. So we talk and explain the gate and the Qs seem really nice.
I call the kids over and introduce them and the boy says hi and then takes off to play. The girl comes to Tamara and she picks her up. She's a little shy and doesn't say much and we continue talking to the Qs. So now we're about done and getting ready to go inside and we're saying good-bye and the girl says "Mommy doesn't have a penis. Daddy has a big penis, boy has a little penis." As the shades of red start to fill Tamara and myself, Mr. and Mrs. Q are now laughing their asses off. Mr. and Mrs. Q, who knows what they think, only time will tell.
Don't you just love children? Out of the mouths of babes.
My Grandpa, Dad and just about all my Uncles were bull riders. I had no choice, it was in the blood. It was great, but as a past post stated, it all ended way too soon. So, I found a new job and went on. Found a nice girl that could put up with me and got married. We didn't have a lot of money so we moved into a duplex in the city. No country boy should live in the city, you can't even piss in your own backyard without some old busy body calling the cops on you.
When I got into law enforcement, we had to move closer to the department. We had a house built in a subdivision (in the city) and it's very nice. We were the 3rd house built in the sub and had built right next to another police officer from a different department. We fast became great friends, his family and mine, we were like family. We put up our fences together and built a gate joining their backyard and ours, all was great.
Then one day they came to us and told us they had to move. It's a very long story so I'm gonna spare you the details. Anyway, the house was vacant for several months. We really didn't want anyone to move in because we knew no one could be as good a neighbor as the Chapa Family.
So one day we see this moving truck unloading boxes and stuff, but we don't see a family. We were going out and didn't have time to go and introduce ourselves. Days went by and we saw the family every once in a while but we still had not met them.
Let me interject, I have a 5 year old son and a 3 year old daughter. We have tried our best to teach them manners and to be well behaved. We are honest and have used all the correct terms for body parts (don't get ahead of me). We have been told by numerous people how polite and well mannered our kids are.
Back to the story. So one day we're in the backyard with the kids and a ball goes flying over the fence. Well Mrs. Q is back there and tried to toss it back but it hit the kids swing set and went right back. So Tamara goes to the gate and opens it and gets the ball from Mrs. Q. I walk over and introduce myself and Tamara. Mr. and Mrs. Q do the same. So we talk and explain the gate and the Qs seem really nice.
I call the kids over and introduce them and the boy says hi and then takes off to play. The girl comes to Tamara and she picks her up. She's a little shy and doesn't say much and we continue talking to the Qs. So now we're about done and getting ready to go inside and we're saying good-bye and the girl says "Mommy doesn't have a penis. Daddy has a big penis, boy has a little penis." As the shades of red start to fill Tamara and myself, Mr. and Mrs. Q are now laughing their asses off. Mr. and Mrs. Q, who knows what they think, only time will tell.
Don't you just love children? Out of the mouths of babes.
posted by BladeRunner at 8:47 PM
7 Comments:
I know Bladerunners family and his kids are really polite. But It did not suprise me since the girl takes after HER FATHER. Bladerunner on more than one occasion has said something where I asked myself did he just say that out loud.
...sometimes I'd forget when my niece was here...then Id just tell her "you didn't hear that". I hate to think what she hears now...(NOT by me)
...and I must say...a whole six days this time...woohoo...
I must say I'm suprised there are no smartass remarks.
Kim: Don't get too cocky or I won't post the one stirring in my head for another two weeks.
I'm going to link you if that's OK.
oh, so this was on purpose?
Trashman- that would be great, thanks. If you don't mind, I'll do the same.
April- Oh these kids have said some things. That one was just fresh in my mind.
Kim- be nice.
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