Fiesta Follies: Lupo & Wolfie vs. Carnies, Kids, and Idiot Parents

[lupo pazzesco]

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y'know.

I've baked for the man. Cooked for the man.

Did I ever get a butt masssage in thanks??

No...

>.>

[xx_wolfie_xx]

do i need to tell the entire forum what you DO get in return for all that baking and cookin?

[lupo pazzesco]

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*coughs*

*FLEES!!*

[fireheart]

do i need to tell the entire forum what you DO get in return for all that baking and cookin?

Does it involve a little bit of this?



Also you owe her some cookies XD

[Ben_Who]

Ooh. As a child, the day I let my impulsive behavior get the better of me in a public place would always be a dark day indeed, if my mother was present. As a child, my public behavior was judged on a sliding scale dependent on context. If I ever upset the delicate balance...

A hush would fall over the immediate area. Mothers drew children to their skirts and sidled off in fear. The singing of birds in the trees would cease. Storm clouds would gather on the horizon. From the East, the sound of hoofbeats. The stock market would fall three points. A farmer discovers that his cow has birthed a calf with two heads. For no reason, twenty miles away, a man would call his wife and tell her that he loved her. Little Ben Who was about to have a very, very bad day.

Mommy was about to assert...her...authority.

For some reason, during these moments, I remember her being...well...taller than she was. Towering, actually. She's a tiny woman, always has been, but she could have taken a pie out of a second story window without standing on tiptoes when she was mad at me. And she could do all this without raising her voice or her hand.

I thought of that earlier today when some kid at a fast-food joint let out two or three "I'm being murdered" screams from the play center, startling all sixty three thousand people in the room, while Mommy just stuck a finger in the other ear and kept yapping on her smart phone.

Kids running around at carnivals = bad. You have a child acting with zero sense of responsibility in an area with heavy machinery, high voltage, loud noises, and not a whole lot of supervision. Not that they should act like Trappist monks, obviously they're there to have a good time, but in my town the Ferris wheel operator who had to watch them carry the Kenoyer kid off to the morgue is still doing therapy.

The barkers are a hoot. I ripped one off once, pretty much by accident. He was trying to do that "confusing banter" thing, and I think he confused himself: spear the balloon, win a prize, first three darts are free, hey look there you got one, here's another dart try again for a bigger prize, hey you got another one, that'll be five dollars here's your bear, try again for an even bigger prize--hey, where you going? Hey, kid, that's five dollars! HEY KID!

I still have the teddy bear.

Love, Who?

[Mytical]

I think that is a trick all good mothers have. My mother is 5'6..115lbs if soaking wet, and I would rather wrestle a wild grizzly with both arms tied behind me then get her upset. When she busted out the FULL name (including middle) men took off their hats, looked at the ground, and wept for my pour soul.

[Kogarashi]

I think that is a trick all good mothers have.

Ok, now I wonder how my kids see me when I'm mad, because I'm 5'11" normally.

But apparently I have a very effective Mommy Glare. I've used it on misbehaving adults to good effect before. Being able to loom over many adults I encounter helps.