15 thoughts on “Congrats Bear Claw for being a Granpa! A life hack… teach the kid right!”
Congratulation…spoil the wee one rotten.
If I would have known that I would have cried more often.
That kid won’t have a chance come August. Parents will probably ban hammer me.
Ps. Thank you fellow traveler Cederq
Okay, Gramps, first rule is: when the kid messes himself, hand ’em back to the parents. Time for THEM to clean up the youngun’s messes! Makes a Conservative out of them, if they aren’t totally brain-dead!
No can do. When we are gone we are gone. No one around but me. Been changing diapers since pre teen. Hell supposedly my wife had never changed a diaper when our son was born. I had to watch her first attempt to enjoy the jet stream I knew she would not know was coming. Payback for making me change the first one. It was glorious.
Why does the little balloon thingy beside the article title indicate there are three comments, yet when the article is opened and scrolled down to comments, there’s only one, from Judy?
Not to mention, I commented on this article yesterday, but it is not posted.
The dashboard shows six comments including your Nemo. It is the wordpressitute goblin trolls at work?
When the parents drop the little one off for babysitting, that is the perfect time to teach them all the bad habits like pulling the finger, making rude noises, etc.
Ask me how I know.
I have conversations with my 9 month old granddaughter…”We don’t like filthy commies, do we?” and she’ll just laugh and jabber back at me.
She’s gonna be the bane of snowflakes out in public when she hits the talking stage.
Yes…and Afi (old Norse for “grandfather”) is gonna teach her hand to hand, knife fighting and how go shoot.
She’ll be the companion of a lifetime for a worthy man someday.
same things I taught my girls. just get ready for a crying phone call one day/night when the boyfriend/hubby/whatever tries to get handsy
with her and she drops the dumb fuck ass.
poor shit head was puking and trying to breath at the same time.
I told the young fool the next day, if ever tries anything like that again. they never find his body. she divorced him inside of 6 months after that happen.
My sisters boyfriends and eventual husbands got the speech from my brother and me. We said about the same, lay a hand on her in anger and you will disappear and a close cousin had hogs and they were always hungry
the part that pissed me off the most was she was worried the stupid fuck might die ????
I told her no, he will not, not if he still puking and trying to breath. looks bad when you hit someone under the ribs going in at a angle like that. but the chop across the throat is what does for most assholes.
I will say one thing though, she has a good man now.
he was a bit scared as she out shot him with his own guns. so, I sent out a old picture of her at 12 years old. wearing a steel pot, shooting a M-16 on full auto with the rear part of the sling under her foot.
she put the whole magazine into the target at 100 meters ! got tasked with helping run the range on a sat. and couldn’t get a sitter that fast. so the kids came with me to the range.
I am told she keeps the picture hanging on the wall
in her kitchen. I don’t worry about her much anymore.
That, quite literally, may be one of the best stories I’ve ever heard.
The ass hats will definitely find out the hard way that my little Rose has some wicked thorns.
@ Mr. Bear Claw, congratulations!!
Congrats!
Teach them all you can even if the parents say no.
Being called “Grandpa” was one of the most alien concepts I ever had to wrap my head around. But once I got used to the gig, it was pretty cool.
Yup, don’t do diapers. Not a grandpa thing. I had enough of diapers growing up (eight sibs, all younger).
Granddaughter was my co-pilot almost from the time she could walk. Strapped her car seat in beside me. Look on the side of almost any kids car seat and you’ll find a tiny little sticker: “Certified for use in aircraft”. There was one time when I encountered a tremendous downdraft on takeoff. I kept pulling harder on the yoke trying to keep the climb attitude correct, but it kept getting worse. Until I looked beside me to see her with her feet on the co-pilot yoke. She actually has more time in my logbook than my wife.
Congratulation…spoil the wee one rotten.
If I would have known that I would have cried more often.
That kid won’t have a chance come August. Parents will probably ban hammer me.
Ps. Thank you fellow traveler Cederq
Okay, Gramps, first rule is: when the kid messes himself, hand ’em back to the parents. Time for THEM to clean up the youngun’s messes! Makes a Conservative out of them, if they aren’t totally brain-dead!
No can do. When we are gone we are gone. No one around but me. Been changing diapers since pre teen. Hell supposedly my wife had never changed a diaper when our son was born. I had to watch her first attempt to enjoy the jet stream I knew she would not know was coming. Payback for making me change the first one. It was glorious.
Why does the little balloon thingy beside the article title indicate there are three comments, yet when the article is opened and scrolled down to comments, there’s only one, from Judy?
Not to mention, I commented on this article yesterday, but it is not posted.
The dashboard shows six comments including your Nemo. It is the wordpressitute goblin trolls at work?
When the parents drop the little one off for babysitting, that is the perfect time to teach them all the bad habits like pulling the finger, making rude noises, etc.
Ask me how I know.
I have conversations with my 9 month old granddaughter…”We don’t like filthy commies, do we?” and she’ll just laugh and jabber back at me.
She’s gonna be the bane of snowflakes out in public when she hits the talking stage.
Yes…and Afi (old Norse for “grandfather”) is gonna teach her hand to hand, knife fighting and how go shoot.
She’ll be the companion of a lifetime for a worthy man someday.
same things I taught my girls. just get ready for a crying phone call one day/night when the boyfriend/hubby/whatever tries to get handsy
with her and she drops the dumb fuck ass.
poor shit head was puking and trying to breath at the same time.
I told the young fool the next day, if ever tries anything like that again. they never find his body. she divorced him inside of 6 months after that happen.
My sisters boyfriends and eventual husbands got the speech from my brother and me. We said about the same, lay a hand on her in anger and you will disappear and a close cousin had hogs and they were always hungry
the part that pissed me off the most was she was worried the stupid fuck might die ????
I told her no, he will not, not if he still puking and trying to breath. looks bad when you hit someone under the ribs going in at a angle like that. but the chop across the throat is what does for most assholes.
I will say one thing though, she has a good man now.
he was a bit scared as she out shot him with his own guns. so, I sent out a old picture of her at 12 years old. wearing a steel pot, shooting a M-16 on full auto with the rear part of the sling under her foot.
she put the whole magazine into the target at 100 meters ! got tasked with helping run the range on a sat. and couldn’t get a sitter that fast. so the kids came with me to the range.
I am told she keeps the picture hanging on the wall
in her kitchen. I don’t worry about her much anymore.
That, quite literally, may be one of the best stories I’ve ever heard.
The ass hats will definitely find out the hard way that my little Rose has some wicked thorns.
@ Mr. Bear Claw, congratulations!!
Congrats!
Teach them all you can even if the parents say no.
Being called “Grandpa” was one of the most alien concepts I ever had to wrap my head around. But once I got used to the gig, it was pretty cool.
Yup, don’t do diapers. Not a grandpa thing. I had enough of diapers growing up (eight sibs, all younger).
Granddaughter was my co-pilot almost from the time she could walk. Strapped her car seat in beside me. Look on the side of almost any kids car seat and you’ll find a tiny little sticker: “Certified for use in aircraft”. There was one time when I encountered a tremendous downdraft on takeoff. I kept pulling harder on the yoke trying to keep the climb attitude correct, but it kept getting worse. Until I looked beside me to see her with her feet on the co-pilot yoke. She actually has more time in my logbook than my wife.