10 yr. old boys....

bethk wrote:The 10 yr. old doesn't have a lot of opportunity to have friends over since Mom works every day.  So when he asked if his friends could come over I happily agreed.  It sure beat having him sulk about nothing to do.  When boys can get along without ending up in a wrestling match on the lawn, well, that makes me happy.

I told them I don't want to hear the word, hear the sound or smell anything suspicious for the rest of the evening or on Wednesday nights from now on. LOL They got it, but we laughed about it on the way home. I would love to be around those magpies for an afternoon, send them south.

bethk wrote:The 10 yr. old has a couple friends over this afternoon.  I can't remember when I last heard the "F" word so many times.....

NO, not THAT "F" word, I mean f-a-r-t.....


And after I heard the word or heard the sound (made by blowing on their hands) they all went into gales of giggles like a group of little girls....I was cutting up vegetables in the kitchen and they were playing video games so I could overhear.  I'm glad to see he and his friends are normal by the Grandma standard....some things apparently don't ever change.

They asked for a snack and all had a gigantic sandwich...I guess all that laughter needs to be fuelled with something.  But his friends have been polite and he said the rule was all eating and drinking had to be kept in the kitchen.  So there are no complaints from me.  It's kind of fun to watch 3 little boys all get together without bruising or blood...lol

    

Imelda HL wrote:

bethk wrote:The 10 yr. old has a couple friends over this afternoon.  I can't remember when I last heard the "F" word so many times.....

NO, not THAT "F" word, I mean f-a-r-t.....


And after I heard the word or heard the sound (made by blowing on their hands) they all went into gales of giggles like a group of little girls....I was cutting up vegetables in the kitchen and they were playing video games so I could overhear.  I'm glad to see he and his friends are normal by the Grandma standard....some things apparently don't ever change.

They asked for a snack and all had a gigantic sandwich...I guess all that laughter needs to be fuelled with something.  But his friends have been polite and he said the rule was all eating and drinking had to be kept in the kitchen.  So there are no complaints from me.  It's kind of fun to watch 3 little boys all get together without bruising or blood...lol

those are polite and nice kids... Beth... not like some of my neighbor kids here, they run around the street and sometime vandalize whatever come in their ways.. I'm just wondering how come 8 or 10 years old kids playing without their parents supervising them     

Imelda, we played outside at that age, and younger, without anyone supervising us, but we knew better than to misbehave because we'd get the belt if it got back to mom and dad. And we did get it a few times and aren't damaged for it. There's no balance in today's world -- kids are either ignored, beaten and abused, or simply not disciplined. It's hard to believe that little kids can even think about doing the kinds of things that they do, but they see it on TV or in their homes. It's a big 'ol goofy world.

Crybaby wrote:

Imelda, we played outside at that age, and younger, without anyone supervising us, but we knew better than to misbehave because we'd get the belt if it got back to mom and dad. And we did get it a few times and aren't damaged for it. There's no balance in today's world -- kids are either ignored, beaten and abused, or simply not disciplined. It's hard to believe that little kids can even think about doing the kinds of things that they do, but they see it on TV or in their homes. It's a big 'ol goofy world.  

Us, too.  Of course, those were the days that other adults would "rat you out" to your parents.  I used to think my mother was a genius as I often wondered how she knew the things she did (e.g., we were playing near the train tracks that we were forbidden to go by).  Today I would worry about how a parent would take my interest as "interfering."

bethk wrote:When we were very young the yard had a crab apple tree right next to the road....you all know what is coming, I know.

I couldn't have been over 6 and my brothers were 8 & 9 (the baby was 2 so he wasn't included...)  all 3 of us were up in that tree throwing crab apples at cars.  Of course, we were not the brightest of children and actually got a hit.....on a POLICE CAR.  And of course he pulled in the driveway and called us out of the tree.  I think we were all crying even before Mom came out of the house.  I don't remember a spanking but I do remember having to sit on a hard dining room chair facing the wall and only getting a slice of dry bread and a drink of water for our supper.

We never got to climb that tree again, either.