Sort of scary what the combination of pizza, apple juice, and vanilla ice cream can do, isn't it? And yeah, my stomach just did a barrel roll too, so it's not just you.
But that's not what the title of this post refers to; against her better judgement, Ang bought Rakes and Trot some guns at Target the other day. These, according to Rakes, are "really tool duns, Dad" because they have bullets with them. Granted, they're foam with black plastic tips on them, but they are technically bullets.
With my two hooligans firing them at will, I feel like the Mom in A Christmas Story because I've spent the past 2 nights yelling "Don't point that at him; you'll shoot his eye out!" After repeated assurances that he won't do it again, Rakes lasts all of 3 seconds before he's sticking it in Trot's face and demanding he put his hands up or else. Trot, to his credit, just laughs maniacally and runs in circles.
I'm pretty sure he doesn't get the gravity of the situation. Don't believe me?
Notice the look of, well, insanity on Rakes' face while Trot just laughs. Poor little fella has no idea what the next 10 years will be like.
With every passing day, it seems like Rakes becomes more deranged. When I came home tonight, he was in my bedroom hollering "COME LOOK AT DIS, DAD!" As I turned to look, he's on my bed doing no handed somersaults like some miniature version of Bart Conners on my bed. Meanwhile, it's 45 degrees and raining, yet he insisted on wearing a tank top and shorts with no socks until I convinced he was shaking because he was cold and not because of "the taffine in my apple juice, Dad."
No game tonight for the Red Sox as they take a much deserved rest. Tomorrow, they start a 3 game series against the Blue Jays in Toronto before heading, finally, back to Boston. I'd be remiss in not mentioning the fact that Youk set the Major League record for consecutive chances by a First Baseman without an error, passing noted wife cheater and Ken Doll lookalike Steve Garvey yesterday.
194 chances and counting without an error for a guy who made his bones as a Third Baseman? Not too shabby. Congrats Youk, on an incredible feat.
For some reason, the quote "I ain't an athlete, lady. I'm a baseball player" just popped into my head.
*Thanks to Kelly 'O for the picture of Youk.*