A few weeks ago Middle Twerp was outside playing and wearing out some of his vinegar. ya know what i am sayin. When he came back in I asked him what he was doing outside.
He said "Playin with a bird."
Mmmmm-kay -- whatever, the kid has a imagination like no other. I made lunch, we run a few errands, take a nap and then the Twerps are back outside again.
Middle Twerp comes in all sweaty and red-faced. He goes to get a drink of water and I inquire once again what he has been playin.
He replies, "Bird Football."
Huh? What is up with this BIRD OBSESSION and what is Bird Football??
He says, "You know, where the bird is the football."
And then he takes me by the hand, leads me outside, and suddenly...it all makes sense. Heaven Help Me!