Winkle
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Probably a thread for thoughs of us who have embarrassed our young sibling on the dancefloor in strutting our funky stuff. In my family its called " no dad dancing" It often happens when the 3rd or 4th pint of kronenberg as started to apply its self fully to the upper brain function and on hearing a particular tune ( related to my era ) move over tony marino because I am coming through. This is followed by my offsprings unanimous vocal shouts of "noooooooooooo dad, please ,please no dancing, but by then its to late.
I have recently found that embarassing your children is quite funny (to the utter dismay of the wife) and not only do I do it at home or when we are out, but for thoughs of you who sit in the familly stand, when we score I find my self "jigging with it "to the complete horror of my two children. I always tell them that " backward dancing is on its way back" but it never stops them burying there heads, or looking away.
Should I be sectioned or done for child cruelty, or am I just getting tomented in my old age? Is it wrong for me to keep mentioning to my son that the girl over the road keeps looking at him in girly loved way when the only two things he cares about in life are s.u.f.c and food? Do I need to take him out of the xbox comfort zone and lead him gently down the path of discovering girls? Does anyone have the same dilema as his recent reluctance to leave the sactuary called "the pit" (his bedroom) to grab life by the horns is slowly weening and I am starting to belive that he is turning into a hermit.
Should I just keep embarrassing them anyway just for the thrill of it or knock it on the head.
Answers please !
I have recently found that embarassing your children is quite funny (to the utter dismay of the wife) and not only do I do it at home or when we are out, but for thoughs of you who sit in the familly stand, when we score I find my self "jigging with it "to the complete horror of my two children. I always tell them that " backward dancing is on its way back" but it never stops them burying there heads, or looking away.
Should I be sectioned or done for child cruelty, or am I just getting tomented in my old age? Is it wrong for me to keep mentioning to my son that the girl over the road keeps looking at him in girly loved way when the only two things he cares about in life are s.u.f.c and food? Do I need to take him out of the xbox comfort zone and lead him gently down the path of discovering girls? Does anyone have the same dilema as his recent reluctance to leave the sactuary called "the pit" (his bedroom) to grab life by the horns is slowly weening and I am starting to belive that he is turning into a hermit.
Should I just keep embarrassing them anyway just for the thrill of it or knock it on the head.
Answers please !
