Saturdays are for pick up basketball games in our sad, bare backyard. Huck that basketball Jake – don’t worry about passing to your teammates…
Not sure why Jake is holding a pool floaty thing in the middle of a serious basketball game. Random.
Digging how my man still gots the moves….even the tongue thing. Awesome.
That’s right, Z. Just grab and hold on, seems like great defense to me.
Oh, Pepper. Pepper Pepperoni. She loves to play basketball with the kids. She gets so excited she starts barking. Well, she’s learned that if she barks, she goes inside and misses out. So she grabs a toy, a mini ball, anything to bite down on to resist the urge to bark so she can stay and play. Her position? Guard and Tripper.
My sweet little nugget coming out to show me her bubble blowing skills.
Ball over the wall. Good thing no one lives there. Pepper is “saying please”. Whenever she wants something, we make her work for it by sitting, laying down, etc. She wants the basketball back, so she is saying please. So polite.
Thank you!
And then, one of the children (not saying which) got frustrated because he was losing and decided to assault his father. Game over. Time outs and talks. Such is the pattern of life. Having fun, making mistakes, paying the consequences and moving on.
