Sunday, August 02, 2009

Somehow it's Saturday night in the early 1990's again.

In keeping with the I'm-actually-a-fourteen-year-old-boy theme? I spent most of yesterday evening playing video games with the Boy Child.

We played one of those wrestling games. Smackdown VS. Raw, maybe. I? Totally kicked his butt six ways of Sunday. And then repeatedly shouted things like, "AWWWWWWWWWWWW YEAHHHHHH!" Because, you know, it builds character to lose. Or whatever.

Boy Child was very enthusiastic about the entire thing though. He even helped me create my character which was a huge, Amazon-type woman with Pippi Longstocking Hair and arm tattoos. I called her, "Diseased Ovarian Girl".

Boy Child? Was impressed.

"She's just like you mom," he told me. "Except you have nicer hair and wear more clothes!"


True dat, Boy Child. True dat.

6 comments:

Scout's Honor said...

Heh! Thanks for the laugh. I'd run with that hair compliment if my preteen said it. Heck, I'd print it out and frame it since I can't remember the last time he complimented me. He did overturn the Risk board yesterday though when we ganged up on him through alliances. Maybe that's why? Hmmm...

We are ruthless at Risk!

ZDub said...

LOL!

That's a compliment, for sure.

mythoughtsonthat said...

That kid always makes me laugh!

Mikey said...

from the mouths of babes.. lol. I love your kids! They make me laugh!!

Anne-Kathrine said...

LOL good kid you got there lol!

Smirking Cat said...

My boyfriend, the kids, and I play wrestling, and they love having their stage names announced all fancy-like while they strut into the room and trash talk. It's hilarious. I will only reveal my stage name under torture!