Thursday, July 30, 2009

Balls

Giggles wind their way up the stairs from the basement, filling the house with their joy. Following their lilt through the den into the spare bedroom, cooler air brings respite from the summer heat. A tub of balls sits waiting, the boys balance precariosly on the footboard, poised and ready.

We play this game. Kinda like the game at the county fair, where you try to knock the moving ducks down with the bb gun. Swinging their arms wildly, they steady themselves on their perch, taunting daddy to throw the ball at them and knock them backwards into flamboyant bounces on the waiting mattress.

Dad, you can do better than that, they mock an errant throw, until the next one sends them into a flip of laughter, scambling back not to miss a minute of fun. Then its daddy's turn to be pelted, the bed groaning in displeasure as I flounce back into the cold embrace of fresh (now slightly rumpled) sheets. Laying here chuckling, I wonder if there is anything better than being thrashed by two little boys and their stuffed football.

Every once in a while the balls come a little too hard, a little too fast, a little too on target catching us in just the wrong place. Just the other day, Cole took one on the nose, crumping in a heap in the center of the bed. Coaxing him to unbury his wounded face, little tears rimmed his eyes as he fought to hold them back. Crushing his head in my chest, his little arms wrapped me tightly for reassurance...and approval to cream his brother with fastball.

Retaliation only leads to assasination, odds never evening out. Violence begets violence begets...an eternal quest for justice with little satisfaction.

I tell you what, let's just tickle him until he says he's sorry.

Sorry...sorry...I said I was sorry...

24 comments:

Cinnamon said...

Ah- tickling- so cruel!

So lovely, your playfulness with the boys Brian. Lucky, lucky boys to have such a teacher.

Baino said...

I love the way you play with your kids (but not in the house! *smack*). My father used to tickle my feet. I hated it but couldn't stop laughing! Best punishment ever. As the Australian Government considers banning smacking . .yep! I'm thinking that tickling is worse punishment. (ooh distracted by Cinnamon's little duck tail . .so cute)

Candie Bracci said...

Really sweet Brian!;)

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Eternally Distracted said...

Tickling is the best way to prevent violence! :0)

subtorp77 said...

HA! Punishment via the dreaded "Tickle Monster"-bwahahaha!

Just don't wreck the furniture, boys!

Daniel said...

Perhaps the tickle-until-their-sorry approach should be suggested to the different world leaders. Can't you just picture everyone holding down Kim Jon-Il until tears pour from his eyes and he apologizes?

Brian Miller said...

@cinamon - smiles. they are a lot of fun and teach me a lot.

@baino - ow, that smarts. lol. interesting...smacking as in the face or wherever?

@candie - ty

@mitr - he is isnt he. smiles,

@eternally - you know it just might be

@subs - yeah we get in trouble for that too.

@daniel - i think you may be onto something there.

Ben said...

That sounds like a lot of fun. Kids are the greatest.

willow said...

You seem to genuinely relish time with your sons, Brian. I love that.

Valerie said...

I never liked being tickled but perhaps if I'd had siblings it might have been a fun thing. Loved your account of it, Brian.

Mary said...

I love reading about you and the kids and your capers !! And where's your handwriting ? Mine is on marys verandah

Wings said...

Fun times!

Travel & Dive Girl said...

I was tickled so much as a child that I am no longer ticklish...good times!

Joanna Jenkins said...

You first and last lines brought back wonderful memories.

Your kids have a great life :-)

Lorraine said...

Beautiful, cherished moments...

California Girl said...

that is touching Brian. your moments with your sons are so alive. I feel as though I'm there. I miss these moments. Our youngest turns 21 on Sunday.

otin said...

...and thus the difference between being a Dad, and just being a father! I love the family interaction!

Stacy (the Random Cool Chick) said...

I love it! I think I love the most about playing with small children that way is the belly laughs and giggles - and if an errant throw happens, tickling is always the best medicine! :)

Jen of A2eatwrite said...

Wish I'd grown up at your house. ;-)

JOHN said...

Family.Fun and maken good memories.Great entry/
God Bless
Bro John

lettuce said...

oh no, tickling is worse!

The Retired One said...

I still remember being little and my parents playing "bumblebee" where they would say bumblebee, bumblebee and make circles like a bee coming to tickle my stomach.
To this day, I am super ticklish there.
I am 57 next month. When will it go away???
:-)

Suldog said...

I love this post! Wouldn't it be a better world, all around, if every time a beanball got thrown, the retaliation was tickling?