the 9-year old trash talker

Last night I had an awesome dinner at my friends’ house. And they have two daughters whom I love, but we weren’t at the dinner table for 15 seconds when the oldest daughter (who is nine years old, mind you) starts to talk trash to me! She’s telling me how bad she’s going to beat me at Air Hockey . . . how I’ll be lucky to score even one point! . . . that I’ll go home crawling with my tail between my legs!

So, I do what any self-respecting adult male should do if confronted by this flagrant display of bravado . . . I had no choice but to dish it back! Yep, I told her it was “on” and that she might want to quickly adapt a more humble approach to life. And then, just when I thought she might reconsider her stance and show some restraint what does she do? She starts to throw dollar figures at me – says the bet is $10!
So, I established my position and laid the money out on the table (I took out a loan from her six-year old little sister) – and she leaves to changes clothes! Do Air Hockey uniforms actually exist? Apparently so. And she must have stretched for something like 20 minutes. Was I intimidated? Okay, maybe just a little bit . . .

We played two games and split them one each. Good thing because I didn’t want her Girl Scout thugs coming after me. I’ve attached a couple of pictures of the younger, painfully shy sister, too . . .

The lesson I took from this experience – never try to match trash-talking with a nine-year old girl! Well, any girl for that matter. Oh, and refrain from taking loans from a 6-year old girl, regardless of how adorable they might be . . . they never pay up.

~ by BF on March 5, 2007.