tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post7859268835264895432..comments2024-03-27T03:25:08.267-07:00Comments on Life in the Shoe: Teenage BoysDorcashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07050605764466835485noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-29225002119489945902009-09-18T11:21:49.419-07:002009-09-18T11:21:49.419-07:00to anonymous--it's a week later and my family ...to anonymous--it's a week later and my family and I are still chuckling over your follow-the-leader story. Classic.Dorcashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07050605764466835485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-50444895429935647232009-09-15T17:24:21.558-07:002009-09-15T17:24:21.558-07:00I think my 9-year-old must be a teenager. He talk...I think my 9-year-old must be a teenager. He talks just like that conversation: Shampoo!<br /><br />Plus, when he took a wrong turn going over down the falls at Alsea Falls and went over a cliff instead, landing on his bottom in about 2 inches of water and rolling down the rest of the way, he only said, "I"m okay. I'm okay." And when we assured him he indeed could NOT be okay, he replied. "It's only pain."KaraBeaglehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09519711290091911234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-88545261562860532432009-09-11T15:13:02.529-07:002009-09-11T15:13:02.529-07:00From a mother of 2 boys who have left their teenag...From a mother of 2 boys who have left their teenage years behind (but not all the unique characteristics of that time)....<br />HILARIOUS!! <br />(and a bit ouchy too)<br />Blessings, Aimeeaimeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08255823818961459112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-42751301701524338932009-09-11T07:52:03.546-07:002009-09-11T07:52:03.546-07:00I grew up with two brothers and one sister, and fo...I grew up with two brothers and one sister, and for some reason,a very nervous mother. <br /><br />I remember the warm afternoon that all four of us youngsters were out playing Follow The Leader. My oldest brother was in the lead, and we were following closely behind him, all hopping on one foot. Then he added to this a warbling wail...and my sister right behind him followed suit. Then my younger brother joined the chorus, and just as I was about to add my voice to the din, I hopped onto a nail that was sticking up out of a board that lay on the ground, and I began a genuine wail that sounded much like the rest. <br /><br />My mother had the happy job of hauling us all to the doctor, and explaining how all four of us had stepped on the same nail.<br /><br />I can't remember ever playing that game again; in fact, I never taught it to my children, either.<br /> <br />~Back to my laundry lolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-44134670746245108442009-09-11T05:05:01.028-07:002009-09-11T05:05:01.028-07:00We were houseparents for teenage boys for 9 years....We were houseparents for teenage boys for 9 years. Definitely a different species :-) Nailing yourself twice in one week takes a serious amount of talent. LOL But for guys, those are just more "war wounds" to impress the ladies. We called our son Kamikaze Kid when he was little. 'Nuf said :-)Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13256552315634307734noreply@blogger.com