One ball, two boys, one glass, one cup, one head
What could link one ball, two boys, one glass, one cup and one head do you think? I have a suspicion most parents will have a pretty good guess right from the headline.
For those of you yet to suffer the “joys”of parenthood, let me share a little example with you.
Saturday was a lovely sunny day in Melbourne. Maybe not all day (it is Melbourne, after all), but some time at least was sunny. I was sitting under the back verandah, enjoying a quiet tipple (it was Grand Final day, after all), watching the kids ride bikes and play ball in the back yard. I was a little concerned about the DIRECTIONALITY of the ball play. I issued a warning that I did not want to get hit in the head by a flying round object.
Just as well I issued that warning. I did not get hit in the head. My tipple and the glass containing said tipple hit the concrete with a resounding crash. The ball flew across my knees. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Chastisement ensued, of course! It could have been the window….. or my head! I like my head, strange as it may seem to some.
The dust settled and we went about our life as normal. Until Monday. Ever had that sense you can see a disaster in the making but you just don’t react to the impending doom?
Out of the corner of my eye I was aware one son was holding a microwave container and a fork, eating left over Oyeniyi Honey Soy Noodles. There had been some ball kicking happening and I had issued the usual warning, “Watch where you kick that ball!“
Next minute the ball bounces off my head, hits the table knocking my coffee cup and fresh coffee crashing to the concrete.
This time I didn’t chastise. This time I read the riot act, especially when the kicker claimed it wasn’t his fault, it was the receiver’s fault because he didn’t stop the ball. Hard to stop the ball when juggling a microwave dish and fork and trying to chew at the same time. There is multi-tasking and then there is being
bloody stupid silly! As the older one was the kicker, I suggested he should have had enough sense to NOT kick the damn ball in the first place, given the situation!
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH This brought back memories of the Apprentice Masterchef: I have no words incident!
Plus my head was sore.
“You are both responsible, it takes two to tango!” Ball confiscated for a week.
So there you have it folks. Some of the joys of parenthood you either already know about…………………… or you are yet to experience! But you will! We all do!
Come on: share your kids mischief in the comments!