Saturday, August 22, 2009

dieses ist eine Karotte

So last night I had my Eagle court of honor and we had a lot of carrots left over, so Nelia and I decided it would be a really good idea to hit them across the yard with Daddy's tennis racket.

I really hope Daddy doesn't read all of the old posts if he ever finds this blog, which he probably will, considering he's on facebook more than I am.

Well, it was really cool- carrot chunk flew everywhere, and the little baby carrots were completely obliterated. It also made a mess of the racket, so we cleaned it up real good and put it back where we found it so that he'd never know the difference.

We switched to a badminton racket after that. By the way, snap peas don't explode. Only carrots.

Here's a pretty picture:

1 comment:

  1. I don't like this; now when I hit tennis balls, it smells like carrots and the strings leave orange square marks on the balls.

    Bad Timothy, bad bad!