Sunday I hung out with my fam at Prospect Park. We do it every year about this time. Lots of smiles, lots of food, lot’s of games, and this year you can add lot’s of tears. You see last year the featured sport was tug of war, with my fully grown cousins pulling kids into the grass. There weren’t allot of tears, just some bruised kneecaps. This year we played Dodge ball and my fully grown cousins were at it again. Drilling little boys and little girls with major league fire power. Apparently there is crying in dodgeball. Here are a few photos from all the terror.
BTW no kids were hurt in this production, their little egos were bruised as much as anything.