GoGo’s are these little plastic figures. The injection molded equivalent of baseball cards when I was a kid. Well, baseball cards that you throw at each other. Just about the time I think the offspring has forgot about them, he pulls ’em out and consults the official GoGo’s guide on some games that involve throwing, bouncing and lobbing them in various ways. Then he throws out the rule book and starts freestyling with the regulations. But, it’s not what we’re doing that matters to me. Just the fact that he still thinks I’m cool and wants to do stuff with me is important. I figure I’ve got about four or five years before I become lame so I’m making the best of the time we have left.