This post is not actually about Godzilla, it is about my two year old nephew who we call Godzilla sometimes because he breaks everything he comes near. Even though I have no time in my life for anything but school and flag football, I wanted to share an event that my mom related to me last weekend.
First, my nephew Andrew took a flying leap at his three month old brother's head. As a result, he was taken upstairs by his father for a nap. A little while later, the family heard a thump thump thump thump etc. of something falling down the stairs. My mom knew from experience that it was not the sound of a child...so naturally, they wondered what poor object suffered at the hands of Godzilla this time. Any guesses?
A bowling ball.
Andrew rolled a 14 pound bowling ball down the stairs. It broke a stair and put a huge whole in the wall at the bottom. I laughed when my mom told me. She said it must be a lot funnier if you are removed from the situation. I declare that it is.