In an attempt to dislodge the boomerang, Will threw the dustpan into the tree, where it too stayed.
In an attempt to dislodge the dustpan, Will threw the baseball tee into the tree, where it jostled the branches, dislodged nothing, and did not stay.
It was at this point that I glanced out the window and saw Will - who was for some reason once again not wearing any pants - nearly lose his two front teeth when he failed to stand clear of the falling baseball tee. "Gravity, Mom. Gravity is why the baseball tee almost hit me in the head." Gee, you think?
Will didn't want my help, so snapped a few photos and then went back inside to watch this little scenario continue to unfold from the safety of my living room.
In a second attempt to dislodge the dustpan, Will once again hurled the baseball tee into the tree. This time the dustpan returned to earth.
Will stood on the patio and stared up into the tree for a good two minutes. Then he walked over to the outdoor toy shelf and stared at the selection of backyard yard toys, games, and sporting equipment for another two minutes. After what appeared to be an intense assessment of the situation and the "tools" at his disposal, Will chose a badminton racquet and walked - with confidence and purpose - back to the base of the tree.
In an attempt to dislodge the boomerang, Will threw the badminton racquet into the tree. As the branches swayed back and forth, the boomerang slipped from their grip and swirled slowly back to Earth.
The smile on Will's face could have lit up the darkest night.
Will played with the boomerang - the same boomerang he'd spent the last 15 minutes trying to rescue from the tree - for .8 seconds, and then he moved on to tying his sister up with their jump ropes.
This all went down two weeks ago. But last night at dinner I glanced out the window into the backyard and caught a glimpse of the badminton racquet, still stuck in the tree.
Will promised me he'd head out there with his baseball tee tomorrow afternoon and take care of it.
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