No Throwing the Ball in the House!

Perhaps my parents thought I learned my lesson, about throwing a ball in the house, many years ago. I can't recall exactly how old I was, but I think it was somewhere around the 3rd grade. We were living in Chicago at the time, and our family had some company over. My little friend and I were playing in my room, and I had the grand idea of throwing a softball back n' forth. As luck would have it, my friend was positioned right in front of my bedroom window. (you see where this is going)

Sure enough, after many successful tosses, we had a miss! The ball went right past my friend, and out the upstairs window! I was mortified! I remember being so afraid that I would get in such trouble. I do not remember every detail, but I know my dad was way more understanding than my little mind anticipated. He simply said that accidents happen and I shouldn't be throwing a ball in the house. Whew!

Fast-Forward 20+ years, and you'd think I could remember that lesson learned. Nope. Tucker and I were playing with a basketball (yes, that's his favorite toy - AND, he can "mouth" the ball like someone would palm it...scary, eh?). I was throwing it and he was chasing/catching. Well, I ended up on the floor, wrestling it away from him and chucked it over my head, and - just like that - glass was shattering! Poor Tucker immediately thought he was in trouble, 'cause I was telling him to stay put. No worries, I cleaned it all up. Thankfully, I still have Terry's shop vac here from all our floor work, so after sweeping up what I could see, I broke out the shop vac to pick up any leftovers. As I was shop-vac'ing, I sucked up one of my cute lil' tri chick socks. So, I just thought I'd show you the before and after view. Aren't these the cutest socks?!


Moral of this story? Don't throw the ball in the house!