Meet Big B.
I have two children, a daughter and son. This is B. The daughter is the Big S. Although, she doesn't like to be referred to as the Big anything. B and his lovely wife are the parents of the Big D and the Big H.
B is the creative, mischevious sort. When he was in JH and HS, he and his friends invented a game called Ping Pong Pelt. In short, a game of table tennis was played to a winning score of 3. The loser had to lift up his shirt (yes...all guys) and put it over his head so he couldn't see. The winning player could then SLAM the ping pong ball from across to table into the losing players body. The shirt was to protect the face. The objective was to leave a welt from the ball hitting the skin.
It was a hilarious game. Well, the sound effects were hilarious. There were many nights I heard a "smack" followed immediately by an "OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" and screams of laughter.
The conclusion of the game always invovled showing off the welts and more laughter.
OK..it's a guy thing.
Here's his new game.
Thanks B!
Played as held in the picture? You have tough offspring.
ReplyDeleteDon't show the kids the power tools!
B is not allowed to touch power tools after the skill saw incident! For more details, you will need to ask his wife!
ReplyDeleteAnd it's HIS son D. that's going to marry my grandaughter M. 20 or so years from now?
ReplyDeleteHeaven help us at the Christmas dinners.
I still think you should post the pictures of all the little ones over the holidays. Seeing as how you survived and all.
The skill saw incident: B and his wife moved into their first home some years ago. He wanted a skill saw. Why? Because. It's his house. He can buy a skill saw if he wants. It isn't like buying a gun....ohhh...well..maybe we need training classes and a permit to get a skill saw and carry it concealed.
ReplyDeleteHis wife, knowing that he can be a bit...clutsy..and inexperienced with power tools, made him promise that he would NEVER touch it unless she were home. He promised.
Well..the first time he was alone, he got out the skill saw, determined to cut up a bunch of scrap lumber. With the first cut, he cut off the cord.
He put the saw away and didn't say a word for a month. Then, I had to fix the cord.
Darts must be safer.
I don't know that it's just a guy thing! Ping Pong Pelt sounds similar to the tennis game we played in HS gym class. We played as doubles and the score was based on hitting the opposing team with the ball. No shirt lifting though!
ReplyDeleteGreat game. This is definitely a seasonal pix: red hair, green shirt.
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