NorthernDaddy must have a faulty memory. He's a little fuzzy on many of the details of his early years, but he remembers being a generally good child. He's sure that there must have been some incidences of coloring on the walls or spilling grape juice on the rug, or something like that....
...apparently, Daddy's memory blocked those destructive behaviors out and, as a punishment for believing he was a perfect child, he's getting payback.
With the slightly warmer temperatures of Spring coming around, LittleNortherner decided that he wanted to play golf. NorthernMommy sent him out in the back yard to do just that (and to get herself some peace and quiet). A short time later, NorthernDaddy came around the corner of the house to find LittleNortherner using a pitching wedge to launch golf balls straight into the side of the barn....
...Ouch!
(Just for the record, NorthernDaddy would like to inform his parents that there is not enough space in the comments section of this blog for them to expound upon their son's juvenile misdeeds...)
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