The Boys Are Geniuses I Tell Ya!

So last night was a dragging kind of night. We have had a long week and a week of later nights than usual. Steve and I headed off to bed but the boys wanted to watch the end of the OKC-Mavs game. I wanted to make sure I had let the dogs in after their last potty break (I've left them out overnight before by accident and had doggie mom guilt for weeks!)so I got out of bed and walked into the living room.

Ryan was sitting on the couch and Zach was sitting on the chair opposite of him across the living room. They are throwing a small, foam type basketball at each other. Not hard or anything, just kind of tossing it up in the air and arcing it so it will go over far enough to the other one. 

But my panic laser beam focus of making sure the dogs were in did not register that they were not actually catching the ball that was being thrown with their hands.  Oh no.  You see, my two boys made up a game called "Ballsy".  That's right.  Ballsy.  In this game they don't catch the ball with their hands.  They catch the ball with ummm, how to say it delicately?  Le Sac.  They let that ball fall into their, ahem, laps. 

On the one hand I thought, "jeez, what idiots!"  On the other hand, I was a proud mama that thought, "wow, they CAN get along and cooperate and come up with something that appeals to both of them!"

I just wonder if I'm ever going to have grandchildren.