Who among you, when your son asks for bread, would give him a stone?

No. Most certainly not.

I would, however, have given them a nice soft foam ball.

They didn't bother to ask, though, so now the entire loaf of stone-ground whole wheat bread is strewn across the floor.

Between Tembo's undeveloped digestive system, and her big brothers' well-developed throwing arms... well, either way, when food becomes projectiles, it's not a pretty sight.

I tell you... we're having a ball.

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