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There I was, minding my own business, as usual. Summer break had officially begun and
\nbecause of that I wasn’t able to get much writing done. You see, I kinda need peace and quiet when I write, which is something severely lacking when the O-spring is bopping around the house. All good, not a problem. She would soon be starting her summer day camp stuff and this gave us an opportunity to hang out for a bit.<\/p>\n
Of course, as O-springs get older – and we parental units do as well – we become an embarrassment and they really aren’t all about hanging with us. Still, we had errands to run and the kid had no choice but to come along, so she had to hang out with me whether I was an embarrassment or not.<\/p>\n
This is where the path to near wreck begins.<\/p>\n
O-springs have contingency plans. If they don’t want to hang with you, even if they are going to be in the same vehicle, they find a way around having to interact on anything more than a minimal basis. My O-spring’s method of doing this is to immerse herself in a game with her Nintendo DS.![\"pink](\"http:\/\/mrsellars.com\/mrblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pink-nintendo.png\" "\\"pink")
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We didn’t have these things when I was a kid. Hell, I was in my tween’s when I saw – and played – one of the first commercially available PONG games at a Shakey’s Pizza Parlor on St. Charles Rock Road. I was a full fledged teenager before video game systems that did anything more than the aforementioned PONG were sold for home use. Now my O-spring has something the size of a checkbook – in a designer color mind you – that has more computing power than the system that put astronauts on the moon back in ’69. There’s something not quite right about that…<\/p>\n
But, let’s get back to the almost<\/em> wreck.<\/p>\n There we were, cruising along taking care of errands. We’d been to FedEx, the Post Office, the Recycling Dropoff, and several other stops in between. Our final stop before heading back home was the local Walgreens and I had aimed the big red truck in that direction. All during the excursion, O-spring had her nose in her DS. Anything I said to her elicited either a grunted “yeah” or more often a “what?”<\/p>\n Silly music was blaring from the pink time waster as the O-spring engaged in untold feats of stylus-on-touchscreen \u00fcber-skillz while playing something called “Mario Party”. Judging from the somewhat familiar midi tune, I gathered it had something to do with the old Donkey Kong \/ Mario Brothers stuff.<\/p>\n Suddenly, the kid spoke up, much to my surprise. Seems I was now a necessary part of her day…<\/p>\n “Daddy?” she said with that questioning note all parents have come to expect whenever they hear their “name” called.<\/p>\n “What, honey?” I asked.<\/p>\n With a perplexed tone to her voice she asked, “What are Crazy Crotch Hairs?”<\/p>\n Brakes squealed… The steering wheel spun… And caffeinated beverage sprayed…<\/p>\n We missed the telephone pole at the entrance of Walgreens by something on the order of half an inch. I still haven’t been able to get the coffee stains out of my dash from where I spewed a mouthful all over the instrument panel.<\/p>\n Upon some careful and targeted questioning I came to discover that “Mario Party” is a cluster of games, one of which is named “Crazy Crosshairs”.<\/p>\n The truck is fine, and the O-spring now knows what crosshairs are. Me? Well, I think I’ll be making an appointment with a cardiologist. As I understand it these “holy crap” moments only get worse as the kid gets older, and I’m not sure how much my old heart can take.<\/p>\n Now, if I can just find a way to NOT<\/strong><\/em> test the airbags on my truck, I’ll be all good…<\/p>\n More to come…<\/p>\n Murv<\/p>\n \n <\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Another selection from the “kids say the darndest things files”… Observational humor from author M. R. Sellars<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[76,5,105,156],"tags":[393,4091,530,4094,4095,3940,2135,1658,8172,846,143,1391,939,4096,1029,1005,336,1143,4092,159,4093,417,457,2188],"class_list":["post-2666","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-humor-life","category-life","category-nostalgia-life","category-parenthood","tag-big","tag-charles-rock-road","tag-coffee","tag-crazy-crotch-hairs","tag-donkey-kong-mario-brothers","tag-ds","tag-fine","tag-game","tag-hair","tag-heart","tag-house","tag-kid","tag-kids","tag-mario-party","tag-offspring","tag-panel","tag-parents","tag-pong","tag-post-office","tag-q","tag-recycling-dropoff","tag-ring","tag-summer","tag-video"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2666","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2666"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2666\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2666"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2666"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2666"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}