We were at a birthday party last night for some family members. It’s always a good time to get together with family. This party was especially fun as the kids and I got to show off a little bit. Isaac and his buddies at school must have been talking about spitballs because he asked me to show him how to properly make and deploy a first-class spitball. When he asked, he even had straws for he, Abigail and me…I guess he figured what my answer would be.
We headed out to the front porch and I discussed proper spitball construction material, the physics of flight and viscosity issues with cold-weather spitballing. All-in-all, I think they received a pretty thorough crash-course in spitball mechanics.
Of course, we took dozens of practice shots at each other. I was able to score hits on both kids…above the neck…before I ran inside to shelter. Isaac and Abigail devised a master plan to lure the unsuspecting adults outside into the “shooting range”. They begged and pleaded and sounded pathetic…every trick they could come up with to get some adult outside to help them with their “problem”. Finally Granddad picked the short straw and took one for the adult team.
I was proud of the kids for the expression of their new-found knowledge. The three of us stood and looked out over the valley. We saw the future as we stood there waiting for our straws to cool. My newborn nephew was at this party and the kids and I schemed about all of the fun things we will teach him. See, I am all about passing on important and useful information to younger generations!