It was a beautiful day here in Cincinnati. My boy wanted to play outside. "Mama, come play with me!"
I couldn't say "no" to the little man (even though I still have a ton of stuff to do get ready for Easter!). "Okay, Bubba, I'll play for a little while."
We went outside and found the Bocce Ball game. "Let's play this," Bubba said.
If you're not familiar with the game, here's how it works: You throw a little white ball, and then you throw some heavy colored balls and try to hit the white one. The person who gets the closest wins the round.
We began the game. I threw the white ball, then standing in place, I threw my red balls. They got pretty close. Then it was Bubba's turn. Do you know what he did? He walked right up to the white ball and plopped his black balls down next to it.
"Bubba," I said. "That's not how you play the game. That's cheating!"
"Sorry, Mama, I'll do it different next time."
And he did. When it was his turn to throw the white ball, he picked it up and put it on a tree branch. Then he positioned his black balls on branches right next to it.
I shook my head. "Bubba, what do you call this? You're supposed to throw the ball like I did. And it's supposed to land on the ground!"
"No, Mama," he answered. "We're not playing regular Bocce Ball. We're playing Bubba Bocce Ball."