Ready, Aim, Fire Your Snowball!
The boys were outside playing in the snow.
Thump. Thump.
I walk to the front door, just in time to see a snowball flying toward me. Thump. It hits the glass at eye-level.
On the other side of the door, the boys stood over a pile of snowballs they had made with their new snowball maker. Their laughter could be heard through the glass.
I was impressed with how well the snowballs flew, but as I really didn’t want them flying at my front door, I came up with an alternative. One that was just crazy enough to be of interest to the boys.
The side of our house, in case you’re wondering…
Ready, Aim, Fire Your Snowballs… just not at the windows (or glass door)!
