He's my buddy.......

[Kurt]

You all are enjoying my Shamrock Shake story so much, thought I'd tell you another one. This go back a few years, back before digital cameras were popular, when you had to take your film to the store to get it developed.

My son was young, maybe 4 or 5 years old. He's going into college next year. He got into the habit of calling me his buddy rather than Dad or Daddy, and I called him my little buddy.

My wife sent me to the store one day with several roles of film, my little buddy came along for the ride, as I would usually sneak him a candy bar or something without mom finding out.

I get to the store and I'm standing at a kiosk filling out the forms to send my film in for developing. A police officer walks up to the other side of the kiosk and starts filling out his forms. My Son was always very friendly and talkative to anyone, and for some reason mesmerized by men in uniforms. So he see's the officer and says to him "HI!." The officer looks down at him and says "Hi Son, how are you?" My son says "Good, are you a policeman?" I hear him say. The officer says "Yes I am, whats your name?" Here where the trouble begins.....

My wife had gone to great length to teach my son that if a policeman or fireman ever asked him who he was that he give them his full name and address.....

So, my "little buddy" starts his spew....."My Name ise Eric, I live on Douglas Lane in Crete Illinois, my phone number is 555-555-5555." The police officer says "Well, Eric, are you here alone." This is when my ears perked up and I started to take notice of the covnversation. My little buddy says "No, I'm with him." The police officer says "Oh, is he your daddy?" Then my little buddy throws me under the bus....."No, he's not my daddy, he's my buddy" I knew I was in trouble now.

I sort of laughed a nervous smile and said "He's funny, Hi, I am his father." The officer says "Sir, can I see some Identification?" I said "Huh? For what?" The police officer says "Sir, turn around and put your hands behind your back." I said "No, wait. this is a misunderstanding, I'm his father." THe police officer says "Sir, if you don't do as I say I'm going to have to force you."

So, I got cuffed, they took my ID, called it in. 3 more police officers show up. I see people in the store that I know, looking at me like "OH MY GOD!" THen after about an hour they finally figure out that I really am the boys father. SO now the police officer is apologizing and I'm trying to be okay about it, because if my Son was really missing, I'd like the police to be so thorough and direct.

We patch it all up and my little buddy and I are headed home. All the way home he is telling me how he played with the radio in the cop car, and the siren and all this stuff...."Buddy...he's got a BIG gun in his car"......

We get home, he jumps out of the car, we go inside, the wife says "What took so long?" My little buddy says "Dad," yeah this time he said "Dad"...."Dad got in trouble with the cops."

[Maureen Reintjes-Peace4 Admin]

LOL..........that is the funniest story I've ever read.

[Sara Huizenga]

Seriously?!!!

LOL!!!!

Write a book, Kurt!

Oh, my word, crying laughing...

We need an entire Kurt funnies thread or Group!

i'm loving it!
(pun intended as well ;)

[Kurt]

you want another one???

[Sara Huizenga]

not only want, need... ;)

They are greatly improving my no good, very bad, horrible day greatly...ty, mucho...

[Kurt]

This one goes back to about the same time period, and once again I was the victim of my own child. My Son went through a phase when he was little or asking me whenever he saw a woman.."Is she pretty?". I mean all the time, "Is she pretty?".."Yes, she is pretty"...."Is that lady pretty, buddy?" "Yes, she is pretty." I mean, really, what am I goin to tell him. "No, she's ugly" I can't tell him that, so my answer was always the same, or something along the lines of "Yes, she is pretty."

So, again we are in the car headed to somewhere, its just me and him and he's in that back seat in his car seat. Its summer, its warm out and we had the windows down. We pull up to a stop light. In the car next to us is a young girl with her friends, like teenager young.

its a long light and here we go again...."Is mommy pretty?" "Yes, mommy is pretty"..."Is grandma pretty"...Yes, grandma is pretty" Then he see's the girl in the car next to us......He says "Hey buddy, is that girl over there pretty." I said "Yes, she's cute." Just then the girl happened to look over...now everyone alway made a fuss over my son when he was young, he had red hair, he looked like Opie Taylor, for those of you that are old enough to know who that is. She looks at my son in the back seat and he see's her and yells out "HI!" She laughs a little, then smiles and says Hi back to him.

Now, I was probably around 32 years old at the time. I'm guessing this girl was just barely old enough to drive.

So my little buddy says "My Daddy thinks your cute." I look over, she looks at me and says "Pervert!" She flipped me off and sped away as the light turned green.

My little buddy says "She don't like you."

[Sara Huizenga]

Oh, that is SOOOO funny!

I can't believe these things really happened in real life...forget the book, I'm thinking sitcom! Seriously!

LOL!!!

Oh, Thank You...

[Kurt]

I could do this all day long....and I got a daughter I have not even started on yet.....but I have to get some work done today. So I'll save them for another day.

If I wanted too, I couldn't make up stuff this good.

[Sara Huizenga]

Did you know that Delilah and I are book publicists? I'm not joking around, you really need to write this up all proper and all and sell it very mucho dinero...text us up, we'll chat... ;)

[Kurt]

pervert was a new word for my son....he said it all the way home....

"Pervert"......."Pervert"......"Whats a pervert?"

[Chad Scott]

Kurt you are too funny. I thought my kids did some crazy stuff, but so far (knock on wood) they have not got me cuffed.

[Virginia Witten]

Sorry, but I had to laugh. It wa a good story. Only out of the mouths of babs.

[Kurt]

Sara, you know, thats very tempting, and I'd often thought about writing all these stories down so I would not forget them....but at the same time, I'm really a private person, and although this forum is not private, it is somewhat anonymous enough for me to be comfortable sharing these stories.

I'll give it some thought.