Vid ordered some walkie talkies that came today. He rode his bike over to Quirky aquarian's to give him one of them even thought it's going on 9 PM. I am impressed with the range of this stuff - they can talk 3 blocks away and the things cost $15.  Of course we have a phone but you know...

Meanwhile the soldier is having his truck serviced so has to sneak outside to "call his girlfriend like some kind of pussy".

"What's going on?"

"Ordered pizza, watching tv and tellin' lies."

"The men are lying?"

"Yep. Lyin' to each other. Army lies."

"Oh, they're in the Army?"

"In the army or lyin' and saying they were."

"Are you lyin' too?"

"'Course. Everyone's story has to be better than the other guy's."

"But why not tell them the truth. You could trump them..."

"No way. I'm tryin' to fit in, P, so I'm a liar like the rest of 'em."

"I see," I said although my understanding is pretty much cursory/

Got any boy stories?

Good one, Vid!  There is something special about walkie-talkies.  Reminds me of the friends in "Big."

My son went runnin' in the playground last night, with a pack of boys that reminded me of young coyotes.  They were all minimum 3 years older than him, but he gave as good as he got and from a distance you couldn't tell he was a baby.  The oldest boy, the one he wanted to follow, was beating the crap out of him.  I was sitting right there, monitoring, but when they'd go behind the jungle gym, I could see the older boy whip him around by the arm and toss him in the dirt.  He had dirt packed in his scalp and crammed up both nostrils and jammed in all his clothes, but he'd pop right up smiling and keep running after them (extra Sadge).  I couldn't believe it -- it was like boys' code.  If some girl had pulled that shit on me as a kid, I would have cried and left, or told some adult.  He played it like soldier code, a 3-year-old trying to tell those older boys he wasn't a pussy.  I was in awe.  I did go give them a talking-to when they were too rough though, because it's like they didn't realize he was a little guy.  He probably wished I didn't!

Dare I mention that the mayonaisse is *OMG Can You FREAKING Believe IT???* in the frig after all...right behind the tea pitcher which any of them could have seen had they just moved the pitcher over a 1/4 of an inch???????  Boys must be anatomically incapable of moving anything in the frig to find what they are looking for. 

"MOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM, where's the mayo????"

We won't even go into them trying to find their own razor in the medicine cabinet, which is what? 3 ft. x 2 ft. max?????

I went through a big tomboy phase as a kid and the boys let me pal right along with them haha.

Glad to hear of kids actually playing outside/riding bikes anymore.

oh gah, are there breathing holes??  that would be so boy:  "breathing is for sissies!"

By the way, I don't think I have even one picture of my kid not fuckin' around - making a face.  I wonder what it means?

OMG that shirt is killing me hahahaha

I love that picture.

and, DreamsAReality, my father does that allll the time. AND THEN, IF HE CANT FIND IT, HE GOES OUT AND BUYS IT. 

We have 3 jars of mustard, 3 loafs of bread (some were in freezer), and 4 packages of chicken breast (also in the freezer)

he says there are so breathing holes. Neither of these boys want to die, I'll tel ya what. 

I have never known a man with Libra who can have their photo taken without making a silly face...

my 3 Libra co-workers

my Libra Dad

my LIbra nephew, tho he is an infant, ha ha 

etc

etc

OMG they are so freaking cute.