So my kid and the other musketeers (all in the same age group 8-10) have become the terrorists of our neighborhood according to some. It's a group of three boys that can increase to eight depending on who is home but the neighborhood thinks our three are the instigators.
They think this because the boys took a buttload of unusable lumber from a house being built and made a fort. Hell, it was pretty cool and I was impressed while it was being built. They had a living room with a dart board and a shooting range to throw rocks at targets, as well as a little rocked off bathroom to pee (no pooping allowed). Pretty sweet I thought.
But, that was the beginning of the old woman groups complaints. The fort was a danger to the whole world apparently. On the same level as Ossama. Now they're having coniptions because they are riding their bikes at full speed all over the neighborhood and not paying attention to the street signs. I'm thinking who gives a crap, look for cars and go. No cars, no stop. I still have a licsence to drive and have used that mindset for years. Every trip is a race to young boys. And even older children like me.
Now, the boys took the neighbors blocks that are to eventually be their block walls in the front yard and built this sweet obstical course in the middle of the street. I LMAO when I turned the corner and saw it. Yeah, you had to drive on the sidewalk a little to make it but it was damn funny and they were all cheering you on to make it. Good times I thought, and the neighbor who owned the blocks (his kid is one of the musketeers) did the obstacle and thought it was great.
The old crab was livid! Safety concerns and somebody could be injured! WTF!? It's an obstacle course in a culdesac. Not like they did it on Arizona Ave.
We, the parents of the terrorists, have been asked to make them stop being so rambunctious and detrimental to the neighborhood.
I told her to f*ck off. They are ten years old. If you have met my kid he is the most unimposing polite child you will ever meet. I ride his a** when I think it's needed but when he's just cutting loose and having fun I'm not going to kill it. No way.
Every day pulling in to our house is an adventure. I have no idea what they will come up with next, but when I see it it's original and damn entertaining. The old lady brigade said I was as much a child as my boy and was a terrible parent. I don't disagree that my sense of humor and good times became frozen at the age of ten, farts are still funny to me and if I can work it into a joke then my day is made. But does that make me a bad parent?
WTF!! Am I wrong in my thinking or should the old lady brigade just move?