|could someone explain why the term i used is bad? Instead of a post like this?|
I guess we grew up sheltered...
We used to call that "Nickey-Nine-Door"... but we never did it since I grew up in the country and the only door around was our own... we rarely got company, so if there was a knock at the door, no one would get it, we'd just all look at each other and say "what was that odd knocking sound?"
Lisa, lucky mama of Kelly (3/93) , Emma (5/03) , Evan (7/05) , & Jenna (6/09)
Loving my amazing dh, James & forever missing Aaron Ambrose (11/07)
still wondering how this term is racist...or was it "knock down ginger" you were wondering about? That one, according to wikipedia, was also not racist, if it makes you feel any better...
Most people have uttered a phrase and then had that moment of "OH! THAT'S what that means! " -- I had the pleasure of using an anti-semitic phrase when I was about 13 right to my jewish friend and being totally mortified when she said "what did you say?" and I rewound...thought for a minute...and then the realization hit me that I needed to start assessing my acquaintences a little more closely... it's an awful feeling!
oh, and hi again Lisa!
We're Tiffani , Mark , Lucy (9/99) , Dexter (8/01) ,and Zachary Marvin (3/07) and Naomi Rose (6/09), home 11/10, by way of Ugandan adoption.
I am glad you told your kids to stop, a few years ago when I was living in S. Florida, there was a 16 year old doing that with his friends (sadly enough on the night of his birthday). The homeowner heard him at the door and claimed that he thought he was an intruder. The homeowner shot the kid in the back and killed him.
What bothered me, was they didn't just knock or ring and run. They POUNDED on the door at 9:30 at night. It woke the baby and scared the living shit out of me. Like, I shrieked and was really scared.
My DH is major pacifist. Nothing riles him, nothing gets to him. He stormed out of the house and found the boys and their father. He was so pissed and told the father how much it had scared us. (This Dad did nothing of course...par for the course with these neighbors)
I could actually see how someone could get shot....
|but I played Mailbox Baseball a couple times.|
Mama to DS (8) and DD (7) Aristotle was not Belgian. The central message of Buddhism is not "Every man for himself." And the London Underground is not a political movement.
as for mailbox baseball we used pumpkins instead of bats, missed most of the time though, so people would wake up to an orange gourd smear across their driveway
My parents told us, when we were children, that they played games like this. One was putting a tooth pick in the door bell to wedge it so it would keep making noise. Another was to put a flaming bag of dog poop, so that the person would stomp on it to put it out and get poop on their feet/shoes.
Personally, I like your son's version a bit better, but I'm a prankster at heart.
I LOVE the cookie idea!
Mama to Scott (USAF), Katie (18), Karlie (16), Kimmy (9), Klara (4.5), and Baby Khloe (2.5)
Knicky Knicky Nine Doors
I remember when I was a kid, you had knock on nine doors to win. I always thought someone was named Nicky.....