Foo - The kiddos met a bully...

The apartment complex workers pushed a big pile of snow out back and the kids have been playing on it for the last couple weeks. An older girl, "Beth" has been playing with them, too. Yesterday, Beth decided it was her hill and she didn't want the kiddos playing on it so she yelled at them to get off it and said she wasn't their friend anymore.

This is something they have to figure out for themselves but I told them Beth didn't own the hill and anyone can play on it. Today they're going to tell Beth that. I guess we'll see what happens. :eek:

geez man, at least teach the kids how to do a proper leg sweep, and follow it up with a chest punch. :innocent:

Teach 'em about the off-season uses of a baseball bat.

Such a violent society. You all need a time out.

Teach them to stand up for themselves, and Beth was never a friend to begin with.

Tell them to de-pants that snow mountain *****.

Hoo boy. I remember those days. Why do you think I ended up the way I did? Had to learn to survive. But I grew up in a tough neighborhood. Good luck to them, UA. Tell them to stand up for themselves and not be afraid. And even if they are, not to show it. Like you said, it's for everyone to use.

Perhaps they can negotiate a way to share it somehow.

Hoo boy. I remember those days. Why do you think I ended up the way I did? Had to learn to survive. But I grew up in a tough neighborhood. Good luck to them, UA. Tell them to stand up for themselves and not be afraid. And even if they are, not to show it. Like you said, it's for everyone to use.

Perhaps they can negotiate a way to share it somehow.
I'll do that, Siu. I'm looking forward to seeing the outcome of this.

BTW, this avatar is creepier than your last one... :twitchy:

You southern Yankees don't know anything about fighting in snow,teach the kids how to make a snowball or two with rocks in them. A simple kiddly snowball fight will fix the problem. :D I know your daughter can pull off the sweet, innocent who me look in a heartbeat if the other girl tries to blame her for her injuries.

As a true Texican Cretin, I would like to express my utter indignation at the abhorrent language used by overthehillmedi. I will be registering a complaint with the Canadian ambassador to Texas.

Oh, and UA, get the kiddos some old hockey gloves and let them give Beth a face wash.

You southern Yankees don't know anything about fighting in snow,teach the kids how to make a snowball or two with rocks in them. A simple kiddly snowball fight will fix the problem. :D I know your daughter can pull off the sweet, innocent who me look in a heartbeat if the other girl tries to blame her for her injuries.

spoken like a true pacifistic canuckistani!
Us southern folks know there's nothing like the feel of a rib or sternum snapping under the pressure of a good punch.

spoken like a true pacifistic canuckistani!

I disagree. The true Canadian style, when on a slippery surface, is toe-to-toe with a good sweatering (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=em_sXa2gtAk).

I hope Beth doesn't punch them out.

I disagree. The true Canadian style, when on a slippery surface, is toe-to-toe with a good sweatering (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=em_sXa2gtAk).

pansies...have to wear all that padding. ;)

pansies...have to wear all that padding. ;)

It is because we hit so much harder than you pantywaists... without that padding bones would simply shatter under the impact.

http://www.google.ca/url?sa=t&source=web&oi=video_result&ct=res&cd=4&ved=0CBQQtwIwAw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DVUqsF8vbR_Q&ei=CjGRS9u3MpCY8Aaw98j2BA&usg=AFQjCNET0c32MWu5kFAJcl5M45dmOaMYOQ&sig2=TGShl9WYQMV1WEUmTEIhmA

UA - Tell the kiddos to ignore the hill troll and find other fun things to do together or with other kids... the troll is gonna be pretty sad and lonely on that hill all by herself.

When the troll decides being queen of the mountain is no fun she will come down and make peace.

As a true Texican Cretin, I would like to express my utter indignation at the abhorrent language used by overthehillmedi. I will be registering a complaint with the Canadian ambassador to Texas.

Don't be surprised if the ambassador pulls your shirt up over your head and starts giving you head shots...

People think this sweatering is confined to the hockey arena but it is really a traditional greeting between Canadian males and is not really an act of violence but rather, a way to say, "Hey, it's good to see you".

I can't wait to meet you.

:)

Topple the queen. Just climb the hill and throw her off. The moral is that no matter how big you are, there is always bigger. Then call your lawyer... you may need defence.

strength in numbers ~ "united we stand" "divided we fall" ~ be sure they confront her as a group.

also you might prep them for several outcomes and what they can do for each.

Does it work with jerseys? If it happens in the room, does it stay in the room?

Oh, and we Texican Cretins just shoot first and say "Howdy" later. Can't wait to meet y'all as well.

Oh, and UA, get the kiddos some old hockey gloves and let them give Beth a face wash.

When I was a kid, that was the the check-mate of all snow related struggles. Once your face was washed, it was all over.

Oh, and we Texican Cretins just shoot first and say "Howdy" later. Can't wait to meet y'all as well.

Hey, you two ten gallon yahoos settle down. The only difference between Texans and Albertans is distance from a pole.

In dallas, we usually follow up pole with dancer.

Such a violent society. You all need a time out.

time out?! thats what created all the little ugly monsters that are out there today! When I was a kid your dad talked to you once, if you didn't listen you got your little ass kicked, 80% of the time you wouldn't offend again. :thumb:as for the little snow ***** I think Siu's advise is pretty good, they've got to learn to survive in this world as it isn't getting any better.

time out?! thats what created all the little ugly monsters that are out there today! When I was a kid your dad talked to you once, if you didn't listen you got your little ass kicked, 80% of the time you wouldn't offend again. :thumb:

Yes, it was a joke. I guess my dad defaulted to the 20% where he kicked my a$$ first, then talked. :)

I remember a game I played as a kid.

King of the Mountain.

Explain to them that when life gives you lemons you all gang up on lemons and call her names. That'll give her a complex so deep only years of therapy will begin to touch it. Stupid life. Stupid lemons.

I remember a game I played as a kid.

King of the Mountain.

Odd....I played doctor with the kids in the neighborhood. :innocent:

One of the best retaliatory snowfight tactics when I was a kid was the slushball. A nice, packed snowball rolled around in that dirty curbside slush so it was grey-ish/black and pocked with sand and gravel.
You whomp somebody in the side of the head with one of those, and the "game" was usually over (either sending the kid home crying, or spurring an all-out fight.)

I always tell my kids to get everyone else besides the bully to not play with the bully anymore. Then when the bully sees they have no friends, they will be sad and try to be nice again. This almost always works for younger kids, and trains my kids in psychological warfare. You don't have to fight if you can get the other person to give up first.

ModoVincere must be a bully then, because he is always playing with himself.

Odd....I played doctor with the kids in the neighborhood. :innocent:

Is that why the boys called you Father MV? (oohh, that was uncalled for)

Is that why the boys called you Father MV? (oohh, that was uncalled for)

Well...the phrase "who's your daddy?. who's your daddy?" was not uncommon.

I liked to play doctor, too, until I got in trouble for taking out a playmates appendix.

Yes, it was a joke. I guess my dad defaulted to the 20% where he kicked my a$$ first, then talked. :)

I know, but I needed to make it more serious, there are kids involved! ;)

When the snow bully isn't there, have the kiddos claim their territory by peeing all over the snow mound.

She's bluffing. Knock her off the hill.

My mom told me to ignore the bully and play somewhere else. Generally it worked. Now and then the bully turned out to be a budding sociopath and really wanted a fight, so it would result in a quick, nasty fight. But there are two of the kiddos and only 1 Beth. I think your kiddos will have the upper hand and regardless of how smart or quick Beth is, it'll be the kiddos 1, Beth 0.

Beth needs an off-season baseball bat and not be afraid to use it.

But, then again I am trying to share this story of adversity conquering oppressive whatevers...

Have you been buzzed by a cager?
Effed withed by a moron?
Beat up by a yellowed-eyed raccoon-tailed cap wearing nobody?

This is accidental heroism!

This guy lost part of his leg in a motorcycle accident and recently became a BF member trying to rehabilitate and get back on the road.

Check his story of today out: http://www.bikeforums.net/showthread.php?626215-Oops-my-bad!

When the snow bully isn't there, have the kiddos claim their territory by peeing all over the snow mound.
Nah, better to do it in full view of the bully. Otherwise the snow troll wouldn't know who done it.

And if you don't like that, there is always flamethrowers. Melt that troll throne.

One of the best retaliatory snowfight tactics when I was a kid was the slushball. A nice, packed snowball rolled around in that dirty curbside slush so it was grey-ish/black and pocked with sand and gravel.
You whomp somebody in the side of the head with one of those, and the "game" was usually over (either sending the kid home crying, or spurring an all-out fight.)

I am thinking you always got to be king of the mountain... how many 6 year olds were 5 feet tall ?

:lol:

Teach them to stand up for themselves, and Beth was never a friend to begin with.

They're kids. Beth is still figuring things out too. You did the right thing, IMO, UA.

time out?! thats what created all the little ugly monsters that are out there today! When I was a kid your dad talked to you once, if you didn't listen you got your little ass kicked, 80% of the time you wouldn't offend again. :thumb:as for the little snow ***** I think Siu's advise is pretty good, they've got to learn to survive in this world as it isn't getting any better.

When I was growing up, I can recall only one time that my father struck me (and not even hard at that), and my mother never did more than squeeze my wrist a little bit. People are capable of learning in a variety of ways, and somehow I managed to make it to adulthood without being a menace to society, and without resenting my parents for being cretins with a hair trigger trip wire setting off blind, mindless, violence.

So how'd it go?

Mental pain is best. Have your kids run around the snow pile chanting derogatory remarks about "Beth". Stuff about looks, brains, popularity or more accurately the lack of.

Have them laugh as she runs away in tears. Long lasting self esteem issues will result.

In about 15 years you can visit "Beth" when she's working in the local bordello or peep show.

Hey, you two ten gallon yahoos settle down. The only difference between Texans and Albertans is distance from a pole.

I guarantee you 2 prairie dogs would need an interrupter to converse?

Mental pain is best. Have your kids run around the snow pile chanting derogatory remarks about "Beth". Stuff about looks, brains, popularity or more accurately the lack of.

Have them laugh as she runs away in tears. Long lasting self esteem issues will result.

In about 15 years you can visit "Beth" when she's working in the local bordello or peep show.

So your encouraging the next generation to visit the cat house+brass pole dancers?

So how'd it go?

"Beth" was not out on Friday. The kiddos played all over the hill and had fun.

Today, it is 51 degrees, so the hill will no longer be an issue.