Donovan likes throwing things. And I can’t say I blame him, but we try to discourage him from throwing things in the house. The day before yesterday we got a package I had ordered from a flashsale site: a new lunch box for him and a red kickball with yellow polka dots. He was super excited about the ball, which made us feel bad because it was raining out so he couldn’t go outside to play with it. We tried to get him to roll it thru the house but he could’nt resist the temptation to throw it. Thus the following exchange:
ME: Donovan! We don’t throw balls in the house! I keep having to tell you this--no throwing!
DVS: [very serious] Throwing balls in the house is bad.
ME: That’s right!
DVS: We don’t throw balls in the house.
DVS: And we don’t throw pianos.
ME: Uh, yes. No piano throwing inside.
DVS: And we don’t throw chairs and couches.
DVS: And we don’t throw socks.
[and on and on…]
No piano throwing in the house, people--take that mess Out. Side!