the boy

Ethan is a boy. He likes to throw things. We work on it daily to only have him throw balls. As longs as it's a ball that he's throwing, I try not to get mad- even if it's directed at the tv or Kate or myself. I redirect and move on. When he's being playfully naughty, he likes to fake me out and throw the ball towards something that he knows is naughty- into a body of water, the tv, me, etc. This week in church, his playful-naughty-fake-throw was directed at the nice old lady sitting, in her wheelchair, behind us in church. I was too mortified to see how she reacted.