Tonawanda News — I finally thought I had the rules down pat. Rigby’s throw was a bit errant, so I went to retrieve the ball. I reached down with my little scooper — the kind you’d find in most backyard outdoor play sets — and swiped underneath the ball to pull it up.
That’s when I heard yet another protest.
“No, Daddy! You are supposed to use your hands!”
Throughout this evening of outdoor play, Rigby had seen fit to both switch games and the rules of said games at will. That is, any time a game started to turn in my favor, he’d alter some aspect of it to return the advantage to him. If that didn’t work, then we’d switch to something else.
“Rigby, scoops are made so that you don’t use your hands. It’s like when we use your lacrosse sticks. Just scoop it up and throw.”
I threw the ball. The ball bounced out of his scoop.
“See, Daddy? You can just pick the ball up like this with your hand and put it back in the scoop.”
His throw bounced off the tree.
“I don’t want to play anymore, Daddy. Let’s try horseshoes.”
Such is how many of our summer days go. I’m thrilled to have him and Penny outside playing and getting some exercises, so silly details like results and adherence to the rules of the games don’t really matter much to me. As long as they’re active, I can roll with pretty much anything.
Including getting cheated out of my horseshoes trophy.
“Aw, Daddy,” Rigby lamented after I made my second ringer, thus winning the game per the rules he’d set forth and claiming the “trophy” he decided my Syracuse Orange basketball was to serve as for our grandiose event. “I guess you won.”