Went outside.
Heard ... thump ... thUMP ... THUMP!
Looked deep into the back yard - saw 13 year old son hurling throwing knives at a piece of plywood.
"Where'd he get those," I asked my husband.
"From George," he answers oh-so-casually.
"George who?"
Yes ... son is destined for the circus, has friends contributing daily to his deliquency, and a father coaching him on the ways of a being a true redneck behind my back.
DOG - stop looking at me like that - I KNOW I suck as a mother *sigh*.
I did tell the boy to be careful - make sure one of those knives didn't ricochet off that wood - bounce back and poke his eye out ...
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