Oglet coming of age
She drove her first vehicle, (the cushman) this evening, and spent a while last night and tonight learning how much fun you can have with bottle rockets and a propane torch and a pair of pliers and a couple of pipe swinging ni**ers.
We managed to make, using a drill and some scrap lumber, a sort of a bottle rocket Hwacha, and, using the propane torch, demonstrated her ability to light all twelve in a short enough time that it sounds like a seige, and scares the crap out of the starlings.
Memories. off to go shoot some roman candles.
Good for you, Og! Make her childhood so exciting and rich and eventful that the dullness of young boys will pale in comparison. Heh.
Memories she’ll never forget. I love this song and the memories that flood back into my mind when I hear it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQe3DKDQRRs
Hwacha!
No, nothing to add. Just like saying “Hwacha!”, like Tory on Myth busters.
Hwacha!
Oh my….. how time passes so swiftly, and how soon they grow up.
PS – have you gotten your weapon of choice yet, for when the boys come calling? ;)