Today has been a swell Father's Day. It's fun to just relax and enjoy being a dad. In fact, this morning I spent some quality time with the offspring playing a game. It started off like dodge ball with a little foam ball. Danica (age 4) threw the ball at me and yelled "Boo ya!" We burst into laughter. Granted, I'm trying to bring that phrase back from the 80's, but I don't say it that much.
Then.....dodge ball mutated into an even more exciting game, affectionately called Boo Ya! There is one rule in the game of Boo ya! Rule numero uno - throw the ball as hard as you can at a six year old boy named Jackson. Of course after he is beaned, father and two little girls yell "Boo Ya!" We were having a blast. Everyone was laughing and enjoying some fatherly fun. Then said six year old Jackson violated the only rule of Boo Ya! Said boy launched the ball back at father....fast. Unfortunately father was off guard. And this throw happened to be the death blow. The check mate of the game. David slew Goliath. Said foam ball assailed said father right in the place that would drop any man to his knees. I heard birds chirping and saw stars spinning around me.
And Jackson won Boo Ya!
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