Bullying is fun!

During breakfast recently, a commercial about Bullying had just ended. Ya know "stop the bullying, bullying is bad" etc.

Then Monkey says emphatically "I LOVE Bullying!!!"

Agent P and I (shocked) told him bullying wasn't nice and no one should bully others.

Monkey smiles and says "But bullying is FUN!!!"

So, the homeschooling mom I am, took this opportunity to explain why we should treat others nicely and how bullying others isn't nice. My 5 minute detailed explanation was done with love and compassion in hopes that he won't turn into the house bully.

I then asked him what he thought was fun about bullying.

He told me "It's fun when you take the ball, and throw it down and it hits the pins and knocks them all over the place".

OOOOHHHH....BOWLING! Not BULLYING. BOWLING.

That turned into a different conversation.

Monkey's brain turns some words into other words...

Semi Truck was Simon Truck
Hawaii was Wahai-yee

We just repeat the right word and move on because he thinks he is saying it correctly...just something his brain has to work out apparently because eventually he gets them right.

My hope is now he understands BOWLING and BULLYING are 2 different words.

So we went BOWLING.

Monkey

Mini P

Mini P is very competitive.  This is how the first game went:

Then game 2 got all crazy. 

I'm good for 1 game then I get tired of trying to not throw gutter ball. You know, like when you ride a bike...you see a big rock and you say to yourself "stay away from the rock...stay away from the rock" and then you end up hitting the rock? I'm like that with the gutters. I think I threw about 10 gutterballs my 2nd game...out of 20 throws. Impressive right?

The kids played with gutter guards and mostly had bank shots, except Mini P who was determined to make a career of bowling that Sunday afternoon.

Then my sweet husband, had to turn it up a notch because he is competitive and apparently didn't like losing to a 5 year old. Me? I could care less...Haha!

Game 2 final score...

It was nice to be able to go bowling with the kids and not have to help them bowl (specifically the twins). They can pick up the ball and hurl it down the lane as well as they need to.  

You can see on the scoreboard that the m.p.h remained with my sweet husband, but it was actually the last ball thrown by Mini P. 3.9 m.p.h..  Not a record low. There was one thrown that was 2.4 m.p.h.

Cheers, and remember - BOWLING is fun, not bullying.