Thwap!

'THWAP!'

Hahahahahaaaaaa......

'THWAP!'
'THWAP!'

Heheheheheeeeeeeee.....

I sat in my office upstairs and listened to these sounds as they jumped from the boys' washroom two doors down, where Josh and Bo were having a bath.

'THWAP!' 'THWAP!' 'THWAP!'

HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAA

My curiosity finally got the better of me and I went to investigate. Bo was situated at one end of the tub. Joshua at the other. They were holding little rubber balls, each about the size of a plum, and looking at me with blank faces. They didn't know that I didn't know what the heck they were doing. So they were waiting for my reaction. There was no evidence of wrong doing. I left.

 'THWAP!' (giggle)

I quickly poked my head back in. The game, if I can call it that, was in full swing. The objective, it appeared, was to see how close you could gun one of those balls at the other person's head without actually hitting it. The sound was the rubber balls smacking off the wall behind the target.

There was really very little I could, or wanted to, do. Some lessons need to be learned the hard way. I returned to my office. While Bo is bigger, my money was on Josh. He is strong and throws equally well with either arm. When I left he was throwing balls one after the other, from different sides.

It did not take long before I was proven wrong though. Bo connected first....and that was the end of bath time.