What parent hasn't wanted to throw something at their kid every now and then?
Yesterday September was confused. It thought it was August. So we went to our favorite beach to play. We don't actually swim at our beaches- don't get the wrong idea. They are rocky and barnacle-y, and the water is cold, and we don't even take our shoes off. But we do like to use the drift wood to build forts, and to sit in the rocks and throw them into the surf. And best of all, we like to find "Angel Wings." Those are clam shells that are fully open but still connected at the hinge. Those are the things we like to do at our favorite beach.
Yesterday was no exception. Well, except that throwing rocks into the surf got boring. So I started throwing them at the kid's feet. Just little ones. Only when they weren't looking. And mostly at Caleb. Because he's fun to pester.
Pretty soon Caleb figured out it was me and made a game out of it. "Hey, Mom, throw a rock at me and I'll see if I can hit it with my sword." The child has an ever present stick that usually becomes either a sword or a light saber- depending on the mood. "Hey, Mom, try a bigger one."
"Mom! Just one at a time! You're cheating!" "Dad, try that piece of wood."
So we sat there for about a half hour hucking stuff at Caleb.
I mean, who doesn't want to throw stuff at their kids from time to time?