Joshua’s nickname is Bubba Crash. He has been prone to accidents since the moment he first tried to propel himself in a forward motion. He could be running from one place to another with NOTHING in the way and BAM! He trips. When the twins chase each other around the house, guess who crashes into the television or sofa? This time Bubba Crash has a new meaning.
What a great start to my early weekend. I get home from work Thursday afternoon and Michelle greets me in the kitchen. “Guess what your son did today? Lemme show you.” Me being a creature of routine, I asked her to wait while I change clothes, put away my things, and “freshen up.” After I’m done, Michelle leads me to a window at the back of the house. I raise the shade and there is a piece of newspaper covering one of the panes of glass in the window.
The Story: Joshua is playing in the back yard. He is throwing a tennis ball on the roof of the house. When it comes rolling down Maggie, our dog, will retrieve it. Joshua needs to come inside the house. He goes back outside to play, but forgets the tennis ball inside. So, what’s the next best thing to throw on a roof? A ROUND ROCK! (see exhibit A below) Michelle is in the kitchen and hears glass shatter. She runs over to the window and hears Josh shouting at her through the closed blinds. “Don’t worry, Mommy.” Michelle yells back, “Didn’t you hear the glass break?!” He replies, “Yes, but it didn’t make a hole!” Technically, from his height, he didn’t see the hole…. we’re guessing. Josh comes inside and Michelle walks him over to the window. Before they get to there Joshua repeats himself, “Mommy, there’s no hole.” They walk up to the window and Michelle points to the hole, “What’s this?” He response, “oooooh.” He is sent to his room for punishment.
Michelle and I had a difficult time keeping a straight face while trying to discipline Joshua so she left the room. First of all, he gives you a blank stare like he has no idea what just happened. Combine that with the sad puppy dog eyes and Joshua already has the advantage. He’s too cute. While I’m trying to explain what he did wrong all I could hear in my head was, “Mommy, there’s no hole.” ROFL! The talk was brief. I told him not to get out of bed and think about what he did. About 30 minutes later we went to check on him and the boy fell asleep. UGH! What kinda of punishment is that? 
On Friday, my father-in-law found a hardware store that still cuts glass. Lowes and Home Depot will not cut it for you. All this on one of the coldest days of the year. It was below freezing for several nights in a row. Saturday afternoon, we installed the glass and afterward everybody was treated to some good eatin’ at Rudy’s BBQ. Needless to say, the only thing Joshua is allowed to throw towards the house are leaves. My father-in-law came up with that one. Thanks Earl for the idea and thanks for the help with new glass installation…. not for the laughing at us when Michelle first told you what Josh did to the window. LOL! Oh, the memories. (Told you Josh is just like his Uncle Brian!)
This is the actual rock Joshua tossed through the window.
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