You Were Throwing WHAT??

Wednesday night, Carrie and Shane were cuddled up on the couch. I was laying on the floor.

Bed time was fast approaching.

The TV was already off. I wanted to split the workload, so I asked Carrie to change Shane's diaper. I'd haul him upstairs.

My wife snuggled in next to Shane and poured on the cute. Shane, oblivious to her machinations, hugged right back.

Theoretically, I could have done both, but Carrie was closer. I grabbed a diaper and tossed it on the couch.

Carrie batted her eyes, but I resisted.

The diaper flew at me.

It missed wide. Surprised, I looked at my wife and saw two grins: Shane's ear to ear, and the corner of Carrie's hidden grin behind him.

Game on.

Carrie had thrown her one shot, but I was laying next to a bag of 'ammo.'

"First headshot loses!" I cried and started flinging. It was like we were kids again.

We laughed, we threw, and I scored. Carrie, ever persistent, didn't give up and more diapers flew.

Shane cackled throughout. It was a random, manic moment that left the whole family giggling as I carted Shane up to bed.

I hope the lesson he learned was "Mom and Dad really love each other and can find ways to play, and have fun with mundane items and random tasks."

If he learned "it's fun to throw diapers" we're screwed.