Ours is not a violent household, but sometimes I wonder…
This afternoon the boys went outside with their umbrellas during a rain shower. They marched, Christopher-Robin style, for exactly 30 seconds. Then they began chasing one another across the lawn, swinging their umbrellas wildly. Whenever umbrella would hit brother, they would shriek with delight.
Perhaps that’s why all our umbrellas eventually end up here:
Pooh and Mickey on their way out