All in good fun

It's great to have rowdy boys. It really is. When one picks up a tennis racket, holds it to his face and says...

"Hey! Frow somesing at me"...

You know it might be time to intervene. I could just imagine a bowling ball flying through the air courtesy of older brother.

All in the name of good fun.

After a few objects were tossed directly at the face, "protected"-by-racket, and batted away, I called the end of the game, before life, limb, or lamp were compromised.

They are just too cute. And too loud, usually ;-)