Frisbee-ish
When life gives you a citronella candle lid, make a frisbee.
Trey found the lid in our yard while he and I were playing outside the other day. He immediately dubbed it his "frisbee", and made a game out of throwing it into a large bush. The goal was, of course, to get the frisbee stuck in the bush (what else would you do with a frisbee?). And when that happened, he cracked up, pulled it out, and threw it again.
Did this for half an hour solid. I wasn't about to interrupt.
Of course, later in the day when Daddy was in charge of outdoor play, Trey learned the proper way to throw a frisbee. And he was pretty good at it too. Except there is absolutely no such thing as aim. Distance, not location, is the only safety for onlookers.
Trey had a blast with his makeshift frisbee. I'm hoping a certain very forgetful bunny can remember to pick up a real one for Trey's Easter basket. Though if it's like other things, he would probably rather play with the candle lid.
Trey found the lid in our yard while he and I were playing outside the other day. He immediately dubbed it his "frisbee", and made a game out of throwing it into a large bush. The goal was, of course, to get the frisbee stuck in the bush (what else would you do with a frisbee?). And when that happened, he cracked up, pulled it out, and threw it again.
Did this for half an hour solid. I wasn't about to interrupt.
Of course, later in the day when Daddy was in charge of outdoor play, Trey learned the proper way to throw a frisbee. And he was pretty good at it too. Except there is absolutely no such thing as aim. Distance, not location, is the only safety for onlookers.
Trey had a blast with his makeshift frisbee. I'm hoping a certain very forgetful bunny can remember to pick up a real one for Trey's Easter basket. Though if it's like other things, he would probably rather play with the candle lid.
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