I’ve only seen one person speak up for the kid who gets hit (slugged, punched, etc.) by the kid whose family hits for fun. I’d like to second that. I was a very awkward kid. We played “Slug Bug” and I was always the one getting hit, and a certain angelic-looking person always enjoyed using her knuckles when doing the hitting. It hurt.
There are many schools of thought about how kids learn to get along with others. I don’t see anything wrong with a little tap between friends. It just seems to me that anything harder than that little tap could end up being a difficult habit to break. There might come a time when the OP’s daughter wants to be friends with someone whose family never hits. Or the kids at school might start saying “don’t be friends with her – she hits.”
ugh - what a complete and utter drag that would be. OTOH, that’s one of the many reasons why I chose not to have children. You can’t stay a child and raise one - kinda like the blind leading the blind.
Did anyone else have "Punch Bug Save-it-up"s? You could collect all your slugs and use them all at once. Being the smallest in the family, I got VERY good at spotting bugs.
Oops, Hal, you’re busted. Time to either quit the Punch Buggy game (doggonit), or if you think TLB is old enough to understand, maybe you can explain it to her. Not sure I’d encourage her to play along though - those kids don’t know their own strength and use full force! (we do NOT allow Moon Unit to high-five us, as she goes for blood :eek:).
Maybe I should stop gently touching the kids on the head with whatever object I’m carrying, and loudly announcing “BONK!!!”? Fortunately they haven’t repeated this at school (helps that they’re 12 and 15 I guess).
A friend’s daughter insisted that Daddy drinks while driving. Fortunately she only reported this to Mommy, and after some brief questioning, Mommy determined that the “drinking” consisted of coffee.
I am to this day surprised that I didn’t get a call from the school asking me if I had a drinking problem… the day my then-9 year old daughter heard me telling Typo Knig that I would be sober that day. (context: I have occasionally used Good Drugs when having major dental work, and cannot drive myself. I had dental work scheduled, but Typo Knig asked me if I needed him to drive me. I replied that it was minor work and “I’ll be sober”. Moon Unit heard, and asked what “sober” meant. We explained but we were worried she’d explain).
My sister (34) still Punch Bugs me(37). Hard! She get’s all whiney when I get her first. We don’t have any hard and fast rules concerning calling it, other than PUNCH FIRST, say your Slug Bug afterward.
We also play with Jeeps.
Pretend the fart didn’t happen and try to stifle the giggles.
I knew a girl who did the whole Hug Bug thing. Very, er, vigorously. Frankly, I’d rather she’d hit us. A bruised shoulder I can handle…near-strangulation? Not so much. :eek:
When I was a teenager (20 years ago), it was Punch Buggy(,) Red. Note the comma…there was no pause, but that’s how I justify putting the modifier afterwards.
That’s a new one. Back then, there was no such thing as an old-fashioned bug…they were largely unchanged from the 1940s to the 1970s (and at the time had been out of production in the U.S. for 20 years).
I had a sheltered childhood, and despite actually learning to drive in a Bug, and my family owning two, I’d never even heard of the game until 1985 when my friend’s son punched my daughter in the backseat of my car on the way to preschool one day. Since this kid outweighed both of mine put together, we changed the game to LoveBug and you had to give each person a smooch.
The kids eventually gave in to peer pressure in their teens and went back to punching…sigh.
In what must be one of the most bizarre coincidences of my whole life, I happened to cut an audible one in front of my class of about 25-30 students, all young children (the kind who would make a big spectacle out of it), the other day. Rather than fess up I said, “Who was that?” I didn’t expect anything to come from it, you know? I just assumed everyone would be silent and no one would come forward, but at least they wouldn’t think it was me. Strangely enough, one boy raised his hand and apologized, saying that his stomach had been hurting all day and it just slipped out.
Hmmm…I spent a while after class trying to figure this out: did he really cut one at the exact same moment as I did? Or was he smart and kind enough to sacrifice his own “face” to protect mine? I pondered this for a long time before I realized that I’m a grown man and I shouldn’t be thinking about things like that. Then I said the hell with it and got a beer.
I know the PC thing to do when you fart is to say “excuse me” but my son instead laughs. Probably because that’s what I do.
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As an only child, I didn’t know about “SlugBug” until about 3 years ago when I heard a friend say it to her daughter. I’m 50 fricken years old…I must have been raised under a rock on Mars or something.
Yeah, I had never heard of this when I was a child, but when my sister was in her schooling years she discovered this much to my surprise pretty much by punching the crap out of me on family outings.
Needless, to say- I got right into the spirit of the game until she finally got the message- do NOT randomly punch your older and bigger brother who can hold vendettas and remember “rules” of silly games that can be used as a free hit.
So a truce was called and we no longer play this silly game.
And we called it “_____ punch buggy can’t punch back.”
