I don't even really like kids...

[cloudy]

....but I swear, if there was any way possible that I could yank these two boys away from their sorry ass, good-for-nothing, white trash, trailer-living grandmother, I'd take them in a minute.

Two of Spidey's friends...they're eleven and nine, and are so good, and so polite, and so easy to deal with.

I cooked supper tonight, and - this isn't anywhere close to the first time I've heard this - when I put the chicken on the table (there was plenty; I don't know how to cook for less than about eight people), one of them asks, "How many pieces are we allowed to have?"

"You can have as many pieces as you want, baby, and if there isn't enough there, I'll cook more."

 

[starrkers]

And what's wrong with trailer-living white trash?

Kids like that just break your heart, don't they? And I don't like kids either.

 

[jomar]

Ha!

I was just feeling annoyed that my daughter brought a couple of her college friends home AGAIN to eat our food.

Actually, annoyed because she didn't ask - AGAIN.

We feed teenage boys all the time (my son and his friends). They cost almost as much as gas!

 

[cloudy]

And what's wrong with trailer-living white trash?

Kids like that just break your heart, don't they? And I don't like kids either.

You're not white trash, darlin'. Trust me on this.

 

[MarshAlien]

You don't like kids?????

Kids are our future!!!!!

Which means you don't like our future . . .


I love logic. Wish I knew some.

 

[starrkers]

You're not white trash, darlin'. Trust me on this.

That ain't what some of the folks 'round here say (one of hubby's relatives in particular)

 

[Tricialen]

....but I swear, if there was any way possible that I could yank these two boys away from their sorry ass, good-for-nothing, white trash, trailer-living grandmother, I'd take them in a minute.

Two of Spidey's friends...they're eleven and nine, and are so good, and so polite, and so easy to deal with.

I cooked supper tonight, and - this isn't anywhere close to the first time I've heard this - when I put the chicken on the table (there was plenty; I don't know how to cook for less than about eight people), one of them asks, "How many pieces are we allowed to have?"

"You can have as many pieces as you want, baby, and if there isn't enough there, I'll cook more."

Aww that is so sad...bless you for taking them in for a little while and for caring about them......and you don't have to live in a trailer to be trash...or white

 

[Elianna]

Very true. I recently met a wealthy family whose actions were what I would have expected from that stereotypical "trailer trash" mentality. Lying. Cursing. Using racial slurs. They had 3 hummers parked out front of their 2 million dollar home. Sigh.

 

[cantdog]

Ha!

I was just feeling annoyed that my daughter brought a couple of her college friends home AGAIN to eat our food.

Actually, annoyed because she didn't ask - AGAIN.

We feed teenage boys all the time (my son and his friends). They cost almost as much as gas!

I loved that. We had a teenage girl, and we fed everybody. We fed her girlfriends, and we fed all the teenage boys who came around on their account and our daughter's. It was wonderful. Man, can they eat! Wow! But in consequence, we became the home at which everyone congregated. Thus, we knew where our kid was, most of the time, and with whom.

Many of those young people became friends of ours, irrespective of our daughter, in their own right, as it were. I stand godfather to their children. I have helped them move. I have put them up when they needed a place to stay.

These are people I treasure. And it all started with feeding them, just because they were guests. A guest is a jewel resting on a cushion of hospitality, and hospitality is a duty to humanity.

 

[cantdog]

At the firehouse, the one on State Street, the one they had to condemn as unfit for habitation, I would meet the neighborhood kids outside on the ramp, by pulling a bench out and sitting there in the evenings and late afternoons.

It was a poor neighborhood. The kids were told to go outside and play, and had to find some way to amuse themselves without parental supervision, although they had better be back for supper on time, or face the consequences. Kids idolize firemen, some of them. These kids would come around, I would address them civilly, and answer their questions as though I took them seriously. I treated them, in short, with candor and respect.

I remember so many of them, like little Colby, for instance, who would speak very rapidly, all at once, in a rush. They were accustomed to receiving adult attention for a max of ten seconds. But as they found I was actually listening, and responding to them, they learned to relax. Colby never forgot me. I met him, twenty years later. He told me I was very important to him, as a child. I was a model for him, and someone he could ask about things. He thanked me, though I was doing the same for anyone who came by.

I fixed their cuts with band-aids, I got them water, I told them fireman stories, I disentangled Barbie heads from bicycle sprockets. I encouraged them to think and to be curious. But i have to admit, the teenagers were more interesting and more fun.

 

[Vermilion]

I work with a volunteer organisation run for teenagers. I love working with them, they're brilliant kids, I wish I could keep them for my own! I was brought up by parents who encouraged me to bring my friends home, who feed anyone who shows up at the door, who have mine and my sister's friends visiting even when we're not there. I should imagine I'll run a house in much the same way when we have one - the Fiance and I love nothing more than being hospitable.

sorry... am wittering, aren't I?

x
V

 

[jomar]

I loved that. We had a teenage girl, and we fed everybody. We fed her girlfriends, and we fed all the teenage boys who came around on their account and our daughter's. It was wonderful. Man, can they eat! Wow! But in consequence, we became the home at which everyone congregated. Thus, we knew where our kid was, most of the time, and with whom.

Many of those young people became friends of ours, irrespective of our daughter, in their own right, as it were. I stand godfather to their children. I have helped them move. I have put them up when they needed a place to stay.

These are people I treasure. And it all started with feeding them, just because they were guests. A guest is a jewel resting on a cushion of hospitality, and hospitality is a duty to humanity.

Rewarding it is.

When we got a new TV, the old one went onto my son's 'den' and replaced the 36" sony I had bought for $100. I gave that TV to one of my daughter's close friends who was going to college and living in an apartment. He was one of the ones who had been around a lot and enjoyed talking with 'the parents.' He thought he'd won the lottery. My daughter couldn't use it in her dorm and didn't want it.

We get a lot of good kids passing through the house and they're here a lot. If I could talk my wife into a pool table and ping-pong table they'd be here 24/7.