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Bouncy Ball
May 31, 2007

While I was at the Grocery Store last night I got hit in the head with a bouncy ball.


I know – I know. But apparently that’s just normal when you’re crouching down into the ice cream freezer reaching for the last carton of Breyers Vanilla Bean, and I need to suck it up and get over it. At least that was the vibe I was getting from the thrower. Keep in mind the thrower was approximately 3 years old – but I could tell it was a seasoned 3 years. 3 years of hard time in the crib. 3 years of bottle lifting to build the pecs capapable of lofting a bouncy ball at my head.

I have to be honest, my first gut reaction was the lob the ball back Dodgeball style. And while that will not get me a job at the nearest daycare center, it does mean my reflexes are still sharp after all these years of slipping, falling, tripping over things and general body damage I’ve done just by simply taking a few steps across the floor. But then I caught a look at my attacker and my heart melted. There he stood, mischevious grin and belly giggles. It took me a minute to register the screaming coming from behind him – it was his mother – my friend Annie. When she realized it was me she nearly cried from relief. Apparently little Mr. Jake spotted me and took off after me, ball at the ready.

When Annie asked Jake what he was supposed to say to me he looked at me, he giggled, and then shrugged his shoulders and said, “You it!”


I love Jake. To pieces. In fact I’ve cut a deal with him to work as a host at The Restaurant – we need his aim to take care of the miscreants.

Posted by Foodwhore at May 31, 2007 11:10 AM

SO CUTE!!!

Posted by: Karin at May 31, 2007 06:41 PM

adorable.My brother still likes to play tag, of course he's 34 so it's less cute. :)

Posted by: hageltoast at June 1, 2007 05:06 AM

that is sweet. there is absolutely no discipline in my house because of the cuteness. little monsters.

Posted by: Tonja at June 1, 2007 07:12 AM

Very cute. At least he's been trained to only attack friends. I can visualize the mother's relief. Yesterday I had a completely unknown child run her miniature shopping cart the grocery store so thoughtfully provided into my leg. The parent yelled at the kid, but apparently apologies aren't part of the protocol anymore.

Posted by: Greg at June 1, 2007 06:09 PM

At my job I bus tables. I nearly ran over a child of simular age a few months back. She wasn't looking where she was going and while I saw her it was an issue of can I get me, and 40 lbs of dishes stopped in time.


Needless to say I breathed a great sigh of relief as she harmlessly bounced off my leg and kept going.

Posted by: Pherring at June 1, 2007 10:00 PM

The visual of a full grown adult beaning a three year old with a big bouncy ball in the frozen aisle had me chuckling my misanthropic ass off. And I actually love kids. (Of course, I had inserted Ben Stiller's assface in place of a fabu food whore's--non-descript, albeit, since I don't know what you look like.) No worries, no stalkers here!

Posted by: Raging Lunatic at June 3, 2007 11:21 PM

Gotta love those bad boys :-) So does young Jake have a tattoo on his arm (a wash off one, of course)? You know, something like "Ma" with a heart. Or maybe a little T-shirt that says "Future Hell's Angel"?

P.S. I had FW moment the other day. I actually opened a jar of pickle juice and *gasp* drank some of it. And it was good! You've converted me, FW! :-)

Posted by: RLR at June 4, 2007 12:45 PM

You just know that when the name is Jake that they are going to be little devils.

Posted by: Maggie at June 5, 2007 02:54 PM

OMG - other people drink pickle juice??? Dill pickle juice is a staple comfort food for me and sometimes a "gotta have it" craving. I polished off a full cup of the divine green beverage just the other day. I didn't know anyone else but me did this...!

Posted by: MA at June 6, 2007 03:10 PM
 
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