Inspired by a post by Christine Forgione.
Look ma, no hands.
This should be fun.
No kidding.
When ya gotta go..
Grandpa will like this.
I wonder.
Some images by Strange Cosmos. Thanks to LS for photos.
15 Responses to “Photos of the Day: Boys Will Be Boys”
- 1 Pingback on Dec 31st, 2006 at 12:19 pm
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LOL I love it. I think my boys have tried a few of those stunts.. Hmmmm.. Boys will be boys!!!
That last kid was me!
I stuck the knife behind the switchplate and arc-welded a half-moon out of the tip! (Mom kept that knife until after I was an adult…)
Sometimes I just don’t know how I survived childhood, without all the protective gear and whatnot…
Thanks for the pics…made my day. I am happy to report that I am still alive after my experiments with death defying stunts. I still have a few left in me but they are much more subtle at my age.
When will we get extreme archetecture like that? Really out of the box so to speak. FLW is rolling over in the grave! Love it.
Uhhhhh…the archecture was on a differnet post. Oh well.
Freaking hilarious! The skateboard one brought back some memories…
My favorite is the kid on the roof. You can see the grandfather smiling—as soon as the water hits, he’ll jump up and start yelling and screaming—then later he’ll be back to smiling and in the end it will become an etched memory forever to laugh about.
Not in my house.. If that child dumped water on my father in law - there would be hours of my father in law chasing him. They might be able to laugh at that sometime around my son’s wedding day..
True Christine –the time “later” when the laughter comes can vary by many factors, including temperature of water, quantity of water, outdoor weather temperature, and whether or not the dousee has eating a hamburger at the time.
This is great! Good Job! I am about to forward this to everybody on my mailing list. Precious memories can help us keep our chin up when the chips are down.
Thanks Andrey. Glad we could spread a smile.
This reminds me of when I was 4 back in Virginia, I used to go #1 under the picnic table in the backyard with my friends, and my mom could see us through the kitchen window. Ahh the old days… she never let us know though.
Ahh, the joys of youth.
Hi Christine,
Great photos.
The only time my dad gave me the belt was when I was about the same age as that little boy. I tried to stick something in the outlet just like that and he whooped me pretty good. I learned my lesson…
Thanks Jay