December 26, 2008

The Testosterone Zone

TGOO has been building a go cart for the boys today and the boys have been intermittently assisting. He’s been teaching them all sorts of handy skills… nail guns, pulleys, building the old fashioned way instead of pulling out of a box with ‘some assembly required’.

Pictures coming, I assure you.

My eldest boy had a thin piece of rope about a foot long in his hands and was working on tying it and the following conversation ensued, to the best of my recollection:

Me: What are you doing?

Ringo: Trying to tie a small noose.

Me: They teach you knots in Boy Scouts.

Ringo: *blink*


Ringo: They don’t teach you noose knots.

Me: Point taken. Look it up on the internet.

Ringo: Phht, it’ll give me the number to a suicide hotline.

Me: Are you serious?

Ringo: Yeah. I just thought it would be cool to know how to make a noose. I don’t have frickin’ suicidal tendancies…

Of course not. He’s a… BOY! Boys want to know all this weird stuff.

Good Grief.

Posted by Boudicca at December 26, 2008 06:13 PM | TrackBack

Twelve wraps -- any more and the noose snugs too easily; any more and the weight of the body won't tighten it fast enough.

Posted by: Bob at December 26, 2008 10:50 PM

Written like a man with three boys. My Dad just taught him how to make one tonight. He currently has a lemon noosed and his brother is dragging it through the house.

Posted by: Bou at December 26, 2008 11:25 PM

Knots are important. My favorite is the double fisherman (prussik knot) or the figure 8 on a bite. But the noose - that one is a must learn. :) your dad, by the way, rocks!

Posted by: Oddybobo at December 27, 2008 11:19 AM