Family Values, Bad Dog Style

"Hey, honey," I said. "Where are you taking the boys? We're eating soon."

"We're going to go throw knives in the back yard."



Oooookay, then. Girl child consented to be dragged out to throw one knife, which she found anticlimactic. I took a smoke break and stood on the back patio and watched (you cannot beat this for cheap entertainment).

"Hey, Abby!" they chirped. "Do you want to throw a knife?"

"Nah, that's cool, guys. If I want to put holes in cardboard, I have my ways."

Knife-throwing as quality father-son time? Hey, you take it where you can get it these days, I think.