Brandon got to yell at some neighborhood kids the other day. They were playing "stone one another to death" near our apartment, which wouldn't be a problem because that game is totally in the Bible, except that they kept missing and hitting our apartment. Since having a plastic bag covering up a rock-sized hole in your window isn't hip this season, Brandon decided to put an end to their game. He went outside and yelled "Hey kids! Quit throwing rocks!" To which a smaller kid responded by pointing at his good friends and saying (in that patented tattle-tale voice), "He's throwing rocks at me!" Brandon simply said, "Well then don't hang out with him," and walked back inside.

What's funny is that Brandon totally threw rocks at kids when he was little. In fact, he once hit a friend (or victim) from like, a football field away simply because he made him mad. And he was totally proud of his good aim, until the father of the boy came knocking on his door to speak to his father.

Thankfully, Brandon stopped casting stones way before I met him.