What has dad smashed today?

Just a quick update.. Maddie did eat rice for breakfast today. Apparently, she found the soy sauce. Kristen didn't eat a potato but that's only because there were no leftovers from last night and even she won't eat a raw spud.

Perhaps you've noticed that this blog is quickly becoming more of a "What strange thing did my family do today?" thing rather than a "What strange thing did my sister eat for breakfast today?" thing. Due to this and also to the lack of sunshine today, I've decided to update on some of today's family craziness. Please, keep in mind that it is not quite 4 PM and there could still be more oddities to come.

Even though the weather sucks like a vacuum in a black hole (redundant, I know), it was sunny and gorgeous this morning. Obviously, this meant that the Dawsons were out at the pool. In fact, we were the only ones at the pool. Jackpot anyone?

Now, a true game of jackpot in this family is typically more violent than your average rugby scrum, only with less rules. I think they generally frown upon intentional clothing ripping and pinching in rugby. What? Our family has never claimed to fight fair. We play to win. This is all far too evident with the routine bathing suit tearing, head-grab-and-dunk-under-the-water move, scratching, biting, arm pulling, and the toes-up-the-butt-by-accident situation. (And that's just the parents.) I'm sure you get the picture. Let's just say that this game was a particularly eventful one that resulted in a destroyed dollar store football and more than one ruined bathing suit. Those footballs aren't exactly quality toys, but I will admit that this one took an above-average beating.

Another thing that took quite the beating was the drowning grasshopper that mistakenly jumped into the pool. After leaping around in desperation for a bit, dad finally scooped it out of the water and up to safety on the pool deck, after which, the little bugger promptly jumped right back into the water. Much freaking out ensued, but Father the Mighty Hunter simply fished it out again with a ripped off chunk of football. You could almost hear the tiny sigh of relief coming from the insect just as dad proceeded to squash it violently against the side of the pool underneath the football chunk. His only rebuttal to the resulting cries of "POOR BUG!" coming from the chorus of females in the pool was, "He was interrupting our game!" Spoken like a true Dawson jackpot player.

Other things topping the list of things dad smashed recently are, the horsefly that wouldn't leave mother alone yesterday and the wasp that dad crushed with a wooden spoon inside the pan of dip that it had been trying to get at. Needless to say, we decided we were finished eating that fairly quickly afterwards.

All in all, it has been a rather odd, rather smashy day. It still isn't over so, who knows? There may just be another entry by the end of the night.