The boys came down stairs looking very disturbed and told us that they’d been practicing javelin with a broom (????) and now there’s a hole in the wall (??????!!!!!!!!!). We mentioned that it’s generally not a good idea to practice javelin inside and that indeed that does go against our “don’t throw hard things inside” rule and T says, crestfallen, “Oh, I forgot.”
Do I even need to ask who in the world would have come up with the idea of (a) practicing javelin with a broom, and (b) doing so INDOORS? Is it something that goes along with being a boy? I mean, geeez!
