And that's exactly what the 4th grade neighbor boy said when I nailed him with a snowball.

We've got our daily December quota of snow and late yesterday afternoon after school two neighbor boys decided to pick on of their little brothers (age 3) with snowballs. I was directly across the street unseen standing in front of my truck, against the garage door. Caleb and Jonathon let poor little Kaden have it with a sudden attack of fresh snowballs. Kaden didn't even have time to pick up some snow and fight back.

Suddenly a snowball from the rear explodes on the rear of the car Caleb is standing behind. He looks up just in time to catch another snowball with his chest.

Jonathon looks over and yells: "It's Mr. F! He's behind us!!!"

So Caleb (2nd grade, and Kaden's brother), and Jonathon turn their attention to me. Aha....the war has escalated. The whole back of my truck is filled with snow....unlimited supply of ammo, if only I could get to it without getting nailed.

Now Jonathon and Caleb must have been schooled in the strategies of ground warfare as they split apart about 100 feet. They leave little Kaden in the middle, who has now switched sides and is heaving mighty piles of snow in my direction. His arm strength isn't much; he's 3; and all he's doing is piling snow in the middle of the just plowed street.

With my readily dwindling supply of snow I manage to keep Caleb and Jonathon at bay, but little Kaden wades right straight at me with both hands throwing snow, leaves, sticks and an occasional rock at me. You know, whatever is hidden in the snow after the plow passes.

I'm out of snow in the back of my truck and all I have left is my Packers Banner in the back window. I reach in and grab that and start waving it back and forth.

"Truce...Truce. Time out for crying out loud. Can't you see I'm waving a white flag?"

Caleb: "What white flag?"

Jonathon: "That's a Packers flag. It's mostly green and gold. That doesn't count."

Bob: "Well, there's a little white on it. See, right here around the helmet and between the big G."

They move closer to look and I let them have it with hidden snowballs from the back of my truck.

"OOH FUUUDGE!" comes the cry from Jonathon as a snowball gets him squarely in the chest.

"That's not fair. You tricked us."

"Well, did you learn something? Besides, your a Vikings fan. I shoulda nailed you harder."

Bob wins again.

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nice.

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Vikings fan? I would have hit the kid in the eye.

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I didn't want to "poke his eye out!"

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Heh. Well, his name wasn't Ralph.

The thing is, you'll be doing the poor kid a favor. Being a Vikings fan, you have to prepare for a lifetime of disappointment. The sooner he prepares for that, the better off he will be in life.

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so you're like the seriously cool oldish dude in the hood, eh? that is awesome!!!
thanks for the smile!

It's always funny until someone loses an eye.

Then it's hilarious.

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As Vanna White would say...."It's only funny till someone loses an "I"."=d>

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