My oldest son
learned to walk (as did both of his siblings) at 13 months, and started running within a week of this.

When I came home from work he would run full-tilt into my legs and wrap his arms around my knees. All this was fine until about six moths later when he learned to jump up slightly just before impact, and decided it was hilarious to head-butt me in the nadgers. Worse, his mother also found it hilarious.

I responded one night by holding my fist in front of my crotch so he head-butted the back of my hand.

Somehow it stopped seeming so funny after that.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Mon 21 Apr 2008, 20:18, 2 replies)

Aw!!
You spoilt the little critters fun.
( girlinthehole, Mon 21 Apr 2008, 20:29, closed)

Yeah, I know.
How mean of me to stop him from doubling me over with pain after working all day and driving 45 minutes to get home. And it was equally selfish to deny my wife her giggle at seeing me double over from being slammed in the testicles.

I should have given them something equally entertaining in return by having him punch her in the tits.

(In fact, I think I suggested that at one point when she told me I was being mean for protecting my nads by letting him slam his face against my knuckles. She got highly offended.)

However, karma has its ways. I would bet that one day he'll be complaining to me of bruised balls, and I will merely smile...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Mon 21 Apr 2008, 21:28, closed)