My son decided to involve Dad in a game of Frisbee.

"Okay", I said as we headed out to the yard.

Now you must imagine that frisbee throwing and a 4 year old means someone is going to do a lot of running around catching an errant throw.

"I stand here Daddy, you go over dere", he instructed.

"Are you ready?", I asked, knowing full well he would not catch the perfectly thrown disc.

"Oops, good try buddy!", I cringed as the disc bounced off his forehead.

Trying to anticipate the direction of his flung disc, I was on my toes. I anticipated right, the disc went left, and I was off to the races. Each time this scenario played out and each time my throw was right to the little guy while I looked like a tennis player chasing the ball from right to left along the baseline.

Now you have to also note that it is about 100 degrees outside and I'm like an old man crossing the desert. Then it becomes clear to me why he decided to stand where he did and why he told me to stand where I was. He stood under the shade of the tree!

"C'mon Daddeeeeeeeeee!!!! Why you not want to play no more?"