In a previous post, I relayed a story about how G was turning into quite the little pimp. I’m here a couple of months later to let you know that he’s not slowed down at all… in fact he’s upped his game. BIG TIME.
Over the last couple of weeks, there have been a couple of examples of G showing his pimp hand but there were two in particular that stand out. First are from band night a couple of weeks back. One of the local PTA organizations was sponsoring a night where the kids and their parents could go and watch the high school marching band practice. The kids got to go onto the field and actually march right along side of them. Naturally, G took it upon himself to find some older women to hang out with. The one pictured here had no idea what she’d gotten herself into when she began returning his attention. Needless to say she had a bit of a 4 foot shadow for the rest of the evening.
If you’ve got children, you know that if you turn your back for a split second they’ll be gone. I was on G patrol and mom was watching C. I saw them out of the corner of my eye and watched as my youngest son was having a blast with the drummers (all while sucking down a bag of Chili Fritos – that’s my boy). As I turned to find the other apple of my eye, I realized quickly what a mistake I’d made. G had disappeared into the crowd and now SuperDad needed to spring into action before Mom figured out that I’d lost her son in the midst of a high school marching band.
When doing detective work, you need to know about your subject. Where they hang out, what they like and who they like to associate with. Once I put on my Sherlock Dad hat, I knew just where to look… the Starlets! As you can see, G had set up shop in a prime location to perpetuate his pimping. Well done kid… well done indeed.
On a personal side note… when did they start letting these young children into high schools? I know I’m not the spring chicken I once was, but there’s no way in hell that I looked this young when I was in high school. I’ve heard rumors that I’m getting older and for the longest time I simply wouldn’t allow myself to believe them. I may have to rethink that stance. Dammit.
A while back we spent the weekend on a resort celebrating my in-law’s 40th wedding anniversary. We had an outstanding time even though we did have some bicycle issues. They boys absolutely love going to the pool and they both made MAJOR progress with swimming this summer. G also made major progress on his pick up lines.
Now there was some question as to how old this girl was. Guesses at her age ranged from “pre-teen” (SuperDad’s guess) to “engaged to be married” (Great Grandpa). Luckily we live in a digital age and we’ve got some video proof of the pimpage. So you tell me… how old is this chick? And how much of a mack daddy is G? I can only say that I’m super scared of this kid growing up. Not sure we live in a town large enough to contain him.