… And he is only two and a half years old!
This probably begs an explanation.
Yesterday, I was innocently minding my own business by petting the dogs, when my normally sweet nephew, who was outside with me, was overcome by the mostly hidden Dark Side of his personality (the side usually reserved for throwing Terrible Two tantrums), compelling him to do something to me which I will have to remember to tell all his girlfriends one day while I show them all his naked baby pictures.
My sister came out of the house to ask me something, and I turned my head away from him and the dogs to look at her. Suddenly something made me lose my balance, and I felt a razor-sharp pain at the side of my head, the kind of pain that makes your eyes water.
My nephew had thrown a sizeable stone at me! I had no idea that such a little guy can have such strength… and such great aim!
So yes, alas, I’ve been stoned. By a toddler. And unfortunately, the closest I’ve come to dope is, well, by being myself.
‘Cause I feel like a big dope with a terrible headache…
Yikes! Your nephew has set out on a path that can only lead to felonious pursuits! You must curb his stoning propensity, Red; curb it now, before it gets out of hand!
otherwise - he could turn out like John Vavassour de Quentin Jones WHO LOST A FORTUNE BY THROWING STONES!
Red Dahling,
At that point you should have fed the little hellion to the dogs.
... then again, I suppose the stones had already got out of his hands.
I suggest the lash. It's the only way children will learn ...
Did you throw it back at him? ;o)>
Hi Red, long time no see. Bopped in here from TimT's. Hope all is well with you!