"Flying Taco"

Sometimes my kids will do something that is so out of character that I wonder what is really in those fruity cereals. One evening my family and I are sitting at the dinner table enjoying my wife’s famous taco dinner. Then, out of nowhere, whistling through the midsummer air appears a taco shell, headed straight for my wife. Now being the man of the house, I felt compelled to jump in front of my love and take the taco for her. After all that would be the “manly”, “honorable” thing to do. But then an image flashed into my head… that of both my wife and I both being struck down in our prime and our poor children left to fend form themselves. So, I stayed put and watch the drama play out…Fortunately for all involved, my wife was only grazed in the right arm. We turned and looked at each other, both seeking to verify what we just witnessed really did happen. Now, by the look on her face, I know exactly what was going through my wife’s mind, “Thank God this happened here and now, instead of in a restaurant or when having company over for dinner”…. Well, I too was just as surprised and shocked by what I saw, ….Good arm angle…Nice tight spiral…Great overall form…..

So, he went to his room for a while and I returned to the kitchen where my wife and I tried our best to keep him from hearing the laughter…I mean sometimes you just have to laugh.

Well, all is forgiven and no more flying dinners to date. Will it happen again, who knows…But one positive thing came out of this…. We are now signed up for midget football!