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Jordan had a project for school.
Make a sling.
Well, that clearly falls in the Captain's department.
So they got to work.

It wasn't long before they had created the sling.
Which by definition is: A weapon consisting of a looped strap in which a stone is whirled and then let fly.

Here it is.....

Enter Exhibit A.

I was running around the house doing laundry and cleaning up dinner dishes and trying to get Cooper in the tub and answering the phone and going through the mail enjoying a quiet evening with my family.

The Captain called me into the kitchen and asked if I wanted to see their creation in action.

Sure.

That's when it went south.

He got a tennis ball.

This one as a matter of fact.

Enter Exhibit B.

Check out this picture of Gauge really wanting his ball back.

If you will scroll back up a bit and re-read the definition of sling. The key words there would be "whirled" and "let fly".

Which is what he did.

Actually when the "whirling" started, I put up a small protest.

"Ummmmm Captain. That doesn't look like a good idea."

Because, after all, we were in the house and all....

Jordan's reply to my concern went something like this, "It's OK Mom, he's already done it once."

So he whirled.

Remember the kid's Bible song about David and Goliath? "One little stone went into the sling and the sling went round and round....round and round and round and round and round and round and round".....Remember that one? Well, start singing it now.

Where were we?

Oh yes, whirling.

And me saying "Caaaappp-taaaaiiinnnnn!"

So he whirled and whirled and whirled.

Then he "let fly".

Let's just say the sling works.

And Jordan should totally get an A+ on this project.

Because the projectile missile tennis ball flew through the kitchen.

And hit the wall.

And a plate fell off the wall.

And hit two bowls in this iron holder standy thing.

And then everything fell on the ground.

The plate, the bowls, the iron holder standy thing.

It made a very loud noise.

And happened very quickly.

Because that tennis ball FLEW out of that sling.

And shot across my kitchen.

At a high rate of speed.

Don't ask me how the only casualty was one broken bowl. But that's all that broke.

Enter Exhibit C.

Jordan: "Way to go Dad."

So while we were surveying the damage,

And hanging the plate back on the wall,

And picking up pieces of the broken bowl,

And actually laughing our heads off,

The Captain said, "You know what all this is don't you? ....... Blog Fodder."


Man, I love that guy.