Aristotle, jockstraps and fine art of Skimball

Sun 17 August 14

We have an Everlast punching bag on our back porch. At least, we used to. My son broke it. So much for Everlast. Maybe they should change the name to Last-For-A-Little-While. This is the same son who busted a window pane and put a hole in the plaster wall trying to swat flies. Doesn’t know his own strength. I should sign him up at a boxing gym. Next stop, Vegas. You often read research saying children are not getting enough exercise, that they’re turning into computer-addicted zomboids with waistlines growing as fast as their list of Facebook friends. We’ve never had that problem. Our problem was trying to curb our kids’ enthusiasm for physical activity. Click here to continue reading.