Tuesday, May 14, 2013

I'm a dad what keeps on giving


Retro Inventions
 Other people's fun I stole so my kids could have more happy retro fun to remember


Res Ipsa Loquitor
Yes, I am a dad that keeps on giving.

8 comments:

pdwalker said...

Mothers are seldom pleased when fathers do stuff like that.

The kids love it though.

Anonymous said...

Memories!!
A refigerator or washing machine box was a house, a fort, a stair slide, and then outside to the big spoils hill at the nearby construction project, where it became a sled.
The best toy ever for 7 to 11 year olds! Then it was time for a BB gun.
Lt. Col. Gen. Tailgunner dick

Anonymous said...

Very great!

Anonymous said...

Aurora Borealis

David said...

My wife came home one night and found me feeding my daughter. She had just figured out how to make raspberries by sticking out her tongue and blowing air through her lips - with a mouth full of oatmeal.

The place was a mess. We were both laughing so hard that we could barely breathe. My dear wife announced that if I thought this was so funny I could just clean it all up.

I picked up my kid, stripped off her clothes and diaper and set her in the sink, turned on the water and let the side of the sink she was sitting in fill till it overflowed into the other side of the sink. Then I got out the spray hose and started cleaning her off. This was even more fun than spraying oatmeal all over the place. By the time we were done, and she was falling asleep the entire kitchen was soaked.

I put her to bed and it took me over an hour to clean up the mess. It was the best evening I ever had as a Dad, and my wife still thinks I had lost my mind.

Anonymous said...

I grew up with an appliance store across the alley. An unlimited supply of fridge and washing machine boxes. We could connect several boxes together and run electric lights out to them. Great fun.

jim

Chuck Martel said...

My daughter loved sliding down the steps when she was three.

daniel_day said...

After school at the Wagners': A refrigerator box became a tank, piloted with the W. brothers, capable of rolling up hill and down dale in their wooded back patch. We picked a direction into the woods, had great fun and became gloriously dirty.
I was scolded by someone else's Dad, O the humiliation, and given the choice of a spanking or an early return home ("B", please). It was worth it, though.

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