Yesterday, on their walk back from their cousin’s house, the boys picked up several bottles that had been dumped by the side of the road.
Two of them were glass bottles.
I was sitting out in the sun reading my book and watching my dear husband playing. He was driving around the yard in circles on the lawnmower.
Oh wait, I guess he was technically working.
Anyway, he happened to be watching them and realized what was happening, but I was oblivious, engrossed in my book. And he was too far away to stop it.
My peaceful oblivion was pretty well shattered by the sound of two glass bottles hitting each other and, well, shattering.
Lesson learned:
You cannot play baseball with glass bottles.
Miraculously, no one was injured, and we think we got all of the shards picked up out of the grass.
Boys, young or old, never think things through. I’m glad they weren’t hurt.
Oh my. So many possible outcomes from that one. I’d say it was a lucky day!
OMG! So glad no one was injured! I sure don’t miss those types of adventures!
They probably won’t have to learn that lesson too many times! I should send you the email I got recently… ‘why boys need parents!’
How’s the sock machine???