As I was peacefully eating my lunch at the kitchen table, listening to the windchimes and the birds through the open window, I suddenly heard what sounded like a BB gun shot bounce off the cement in the back yard.
I cautiously peered out the window to investigate, and was somewhat surprised to see something about the size of a basketball hurled from one of the kids’ bedroom windows. Upon further inspection, this mass was revealed to be one of my daughter’s sweaters, tied into a knot. A few feet away, on the patio, lay her window screen – the source of the sound that I heard.
As I stared at the bundle, wondering if untying it would yield something startling like a black widow spider or a bat, my daughter came hustling through the back door. She snatched up her sweater, and the screen, and headed back into the house.
“What is that?”, I asked.
“My cell phone,” she responded. “I got mad and threw my phone out the window.”
“Do I want to know why?” I inquired.
“No,” she said, definitively.
At least she removed the screen and padded the phone first?