Consider yourself warned

When my brother was a wee lad, he and my Dad would spend many hours in the back yard playing catch. Baseball, football and whatever other catch-able ball they could throw at each other. In the winter months, they would move the game inside, with Will standing at one corner of the room, chucking balls at my Dad in his recliner at the other end. It was never ending. Even when my Dad wasn’t playing, Will would still wind up and throw things at him, catching him off-guard many times, hitting him in the chest or face, and resulting in my Dad forming a nervous tick of sorts whenever someone around him swung their arms in a throwing motion.

And just like his Godfather, my Luke has developed a strong arm and a love of throwing. And after being surrounded by Princesses and Barbies for the past four years, Chris has welcomed the nonstop ball throwing with open arms. Literally.

And not to brag, but Pookie has a pretty good arm. From an early age, without coaching, he has been able to throw a decent spiral. And not just with a ball, pretty much everything he can palm gets clutched in his right hand, cocked back behind his shoulder and released with a enough force to hit you square in the gut while standing five feet away.

So when you see this, get ready to catch something. Or be prepared for something to bounce off of you.