Frisbees are Jerks.

I mentioned the other day that the hooligans had run in their first race, and one of the items they recieved in their race swag was a frisbee. They've carried said frisbees all over the place, from nap to church and everywhere in between.

Merrick is pretty good at throwing the frisbee, but catching the frisbee? Not so much. Billy and I were hanging out in the backyard with them the other day throwing the frisbees and Billy got a little enthusiastic with one of his throws. His aim was perfect...right for Merrick's head. Merrick, bless his heart, caught it...with his ear. Sad guy.

He was kind of over having daddy throw him the frisbee for a bit after that. Tirzah was just grateful it wasn't her I think, and was more than willing to participate in a group hug of which Merrick didn't want much of a part. Sisters are annoying when one is busy suffering from frisbee wounds, ya know. Plus she had bit him recently, and I think he is still not quite ready to trust her teeth in close quarters.

I'm not sure that I blame him. ;)