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  1. I cringe when I hear the word playdate!

    My bro-in-law called me once and told me that my 5 yr old niece wants to set up a playdate with me. I told him I don’t do playdates and she can call me when she gets rid of that word from her vernacular. She can call and ask me to take her out or come over and play BUT I DON’T DO PLAYDATES!

  2. “I didnt have any of that and somehow I survived with only minimal damage!!!”

    DCB, it’s amazing what none of us had (except for DH) and survived. Imagine, downhill skiing in a wool cap!!

    Riding a minibike on the street with no helmet.

    Helmet? What’s a helmet?

  3. “None of this setting up playdates and controlled playtime. Make some friends on the block and surrounding area, go ring their bell and play ball on the sidewalk”

    ET, while it pains me greatly to be even remotely pleasant and not snarkastic to you (in public), I totally agree. That’s what we did when I was a kid (and, yes, I realize that was a pre-historic era and that no harm was going to come from ringing the Flintones’ bell and the Rubbles’ bell to see if Pebbles and Bam Bam could come out and play).

  4. In Toronto, the stickball equivalent was road hockey. We played it all the time in every season (except winter, when we would play on the frozen rinks put up in parks and back yards). It was an obsession of all kids growing up there and we all fantasized we were our favourite NHL players of the day.

    Being the pinko commie I was though, sometimes instead of imagining I was Bernie Parent or Mike Palmateer, I would claim to be Vladislav Tretiak.

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