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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: RoGenT on June 16, 2011, 10:08:31 AM
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Several days ago, my girlfriend and her family wanted me to come to a funeral with them (they already consider me part of their family) and I couldn't find anyone to babysit my son so I had to take him with me. We got there little early so we could pay our respect to some of her other family members who are buried there before the service starts. When we first walked into the cemetery, my son asked me "Daddy, where are the zombies?" Thankfully only I heard him. I corrected him about that (was trying hard not to laugh) and he was actually very well behaved during the whole thing so I was pretty proud of him.
I had to chuckle about what he asked later though (when no one was around).
Kids sure say the darnest things don't they? :D
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True how true. :)
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Several days ago, my girlfriend and her family wanted me to come to a funeral with them (they already consider me part of their family) and I couldn't find anyone to babysit my son so I had to take him with me. We got there little early so we could pay our respect to some of her other family members who are buried there before the service starts. When we first walked into the cemetery, my son asked me "Daddy, where are the zombies?" Thankfully only I heard him. I corrected him about that (was trying hard not to laugh) and he was actually very well behaved during the whole thing so I was pretty proud of him.
I had to chuckle about what he asked later though (when no one was around).
Kids sure say the darnest things don't they? :D
I did the same thing when I was 6 when my Aunt passed away, and yes they do :lol
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I did the same thing when I was 6 when my Aunt passed away, and yes they do :lol
That is how old he is now :D
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That is how old he is now :D
Ironic right? :lol
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Several days ago, my girlfriend and her family wanted me to come to a funeral with them (they already consider me part of their family) and I couldn't find anyone to babysit my son so I had to take him with me. We got there little early so we could pay our respect to some of her other family members who are buried there before the service starts. When we first walked into the cemetery, my son asked me "Daddy, where are the zombies?" Thankfully only I heard him. I corrected him about that (was trying hard not to laugh) and he was actually very well behaved during the whole thing so I was pretty proud of him.
Your son is showing excellent situational awareness. He has heard about zombies. He is probably a bit frightened by the concept. Upon entering an area where he believes zombies may be present, he immediately works to locate any possible threats.
Way to go! :D
Get that boy an Aces High account for his next birthday!
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With that kind of situational awareness he'll be deadly at a spawn camp!
:noid
On second thought make him be a knight so he cant kill me! :rock
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I can't stand open casket funerals any more, it looks like the bodys about to just come alive. I swore my uncle moved when I went to his funeral last July :uhoh Not to be disrespectful or anything, I just can't stand seeing dead corpses that aren't in movies.
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I can't stand open casket funerals any more, it looks like the bodys about to just come alive. I swore my uncle moved when I went to his funeral last July :uhoh Not to be disrespectful or anything, I just can't stand seeing dead corpses that aren't in movies.
i could be wrong, but i'm pretty sure nobody (in a sane frame of mind) enjoys viewing the dead.
btw, have you ever seen a live corpse? thought i'd ask :aok
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btw, have you ever seen a live corpse? :rofl :rofl :rofl
:cheers: Oz
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btw, have you ever seen a live corpse?
:rofl :rofl
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btw, have you ever seen a live corpse?
i have...at least that's what i saw in the mirror...after 7 days in tijuana with a full paycheck :D ...not a pretty sight... :uhoh
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i have...at least that's what i saw in the mirror...after 7 days in tijuana with a full paycheck :D ...not a pretty sight... :uhoh
:lol
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when my daughter was about 5 back in the mid 90's once I was explaining to her that I once lived in a place that had no electricity and we had to get water from wells. she gave me that look that kids give when they dont believe you and just asked "and how did you play nintendo?"
my youngest son was about the same age too when he came home from school all excited because he memorized our home phone number. I asked him what it was he yelled all excited "1800-collect"
semp
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Took my 7 year old to my grandmothers wake. Dressed him in a suit and tie.
We walked in to the parlor and it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
My boy sat down next to one of my uncles.
After a few minutes he reached over and touched my uncles tie and said quite loudly, "clip on??"
The mood in the parlor was decidedly different after the laughing died down.
I had tucked the same boy into bed one night when he was about 4.
I went in to wake him the next morning and after rubbing his eys for minute, he looked up at me and said, "man!! that was a quick night!!"
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Absolutely, read this one from my little brother when he was 8 (whose jokes once made him sound like he was high on LSD):
"Beavril, it's a mixture of beaver, and roadkill."
-Penguin
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Did he keep it in a shoe box?
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The proverbial LSD, or the Beavril?
-Penguin
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Beavril
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No, he just made that up. Like I said, he sounded like he was high on LSD back then.
-Penguin
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At a funeral, and as the people are giving their condolences a guy says "I'm sorry for your Loss," to which a kid pipes up, "she's not lost. She's up there in the box!"
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Your son is showing excellent situational awareness. He has heard about zombies. He is probably a bit frightened by the concept. Upon entering an area where he believes zombies may be present, he immediately works to locate any possible threats.
Way to go! :D
Get that boy an Aces High account for his next birthday!
Forget AH, he shows signs of being a competent member of the party after the zombie apocolypse happens.
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I know it's not a funeral situation, but... My youngest brother, when he was about 8 (17 now) was in line at the grocery store with my mom one afternoon. He had spent the day before outside by the pond, and got really chewed up by chiggers. The next day, there they are, in the checkout line when he starts scratching his legs like a madman. My mom asks "Grant, what's wrong?"... His reply (quite loud) was... "Mom, my (replace ch in chiggers with N) are itching!".
I wasn't fortunate enough to be there, but apparently the people in line to check out were a bit surprised to say the least. I know it's terrible, but I would've collapsed with laughter if I had been present.
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I believe I would have made a spectacle of myself if I heard that. Of course I'm a terrible person. :devil