Crazy-Pops

I'm out in the front yard today, playing hockey with the Mixmaster on the sidewalk. He's playing goalie. We're using a hockey ball because, well, there's no ice on the sidewalk this time of year and the pucks just don't go when there's no ice. So he's got his stick and I'm shooting the ball towards him and he's hitting it as far as he can. And he starts yelling, as he's hitting the ball, "Whack! Whack off! Whack off! Look daddy, I'm whacking off!" Then he hits it towards the neighbor's garden. "Look, daddy, I whacked off to the bush!"

I could not stop laughing. And I could not explain to him what was so funny. Which made him mad. But one day, 15 years from now, when he's in college and I'm on my yacht in the Riviera, I'll video conference call him and tell him all about it.