When It's Time to Stone Your Father ...

Oh I gotta tell you this story ... tonight the boys and Scott were outside playing football and Jack wasn't playing/trying very hard. You all know that Jack does not like to sweat. So Scott, in a nice way, got onto him and told him to try harder/do your best, etc. Jack got so mad, he stormed off. Or so Scott thought ....

Scott was in the yard and he heard this "thump" and he thought, "man that was a big acorn" because the acorns are falling LIKE CRAZY everywhere in the driveway, street, etc. Then again, "thump." Scott looks around and doesn't see anything. He thinks to himself, "those acorns are really big." Few minutes later, Scott moves on and comes inside. He asks where Jack is because he wanted to talk to him and I told him I didn't know where he was. Scott went back outside to find Jack. Jack is huddled over behind the suburban still ANGRY, pouting and wouldn't even talk or look at Scott. Scott walks over in the yard and realizes Jack had been throwing large rocks OVER the suburban trying to hit him and Spencer!!!! Can you believe that???!!!??? He is a sneaky little mean thing hidden behind a cute face I'm telling you .....

Guess it is a good thing Scott didn't get hit by one of those "acorns!" Thank God Jack doesn't have good aim yet, right???!!!!! I mean, I'm writing this and can't believe he was actually throwing rocks at his father!!!