LincolnofDeath
Pebble Pounder
Check this out for what to bring along for Thanksgiving dinner. We brought a veggie tray, giant bag of Doritos, and three crawlers.
I brought all three and thought I could get my co-uncles and the odd auntie stoked on tiny trucks, but immediately realized the error of my ways. The feral (mostly) nephews freakin swarmed me and “no you’re too little” wasn’t gonna be an acceptable response. So I stood them up on a picnic table where they couldn’t get totally underfoot or run over in the inevitable chaos or tiny fingers spun in wheels (!? The Horror!!). There was a three year old (okay, that’s too little) and one or two each 4, 5, 7-8...and a niece in sixth grade that was full-on all-in. I was pretty sure Kate was gonna be good to go with a tiny bit of instruction, while “The Littles” as we call them watch and listen to the “Big” little girl, with dramatic effect for “You can tear off Henry’s tiny fingers of blah blah blah”
So, I work the throttle and say lots of words that mean nothing to a five year, complicated words like Turn Turn Turn the other way, but they end up being pretty good for it, just steering with adult throttle.
And the pseudo-adults like me, they see this plan and grab the other controllers and now we have three tiny trucks running around the yard and children with no missing fingers. Good times. Maybe give it a shot yourself.
Happy holidays, all...
I brought all three and thought I could get my co-uncles and the odd auntie stoked on tiny trucks, but immediately realized the error of my ways. The feral (mostly) nephews freakin swarmed me and “no you’re too little” wasn’t gonna be an acceptable response. So I stood them up on a picnic table where they couldn’t get totally underfoot or run over in the inevitable chaos or tiny fingers spun in wheels (!? The Horror!!). There was a three year old (okay, that’s too little) and one or two each 4, 5, 7-8...and a niece in sixth grade that was full-on all-in. I was pretty sure Kate was gonna be good to go with a tiny bit of instruction, while “The Littles” as we call them watch and listen to the “Big” little girl, with dramatic effect for “You can tear off Henry’s tiny fingers of blah blah blah”
So, I work the throttle and say lots of words that mean nothing to a five year, complicated words like Turn Turn Turn the other way, but they end up being pretty good for it, just steering with adult throttle.
And the pseudo-adults like me, they see this plan and grab the other controllers and now we have three tiny trucks running around the yard and children with no missing fingers. Good times. Maybe give it a shot yourself.
Happy holidays, all...
