Two weekends ago, we bought a basketball goal. The large expanse of concrete outside our side-entry garage is perfect for basketball, and all three of my boys love shootin' hoops!
Today's photos were taken by George.
Which reminds me of a funny story about basketball and whores.
Nick and George were playing HORSE at the basketball court in our old neighborhood a couple of years ago. When they got to H-O-R, Nick asked George, "What is a whore?" George dodged the question and told Nick to ask me.
A while later at the dinner table, George announced that Nick had a question for me. Nick lit up and eagerly asked, "Mom, what's a whore?"
I replied, without hesitation or blushing, "A woman who has sex for money."
"Wow," George said. "You didn't even hesitate."
"No. No, I didn't," I replied smugly.
Sometimes, it's fun being a grown-up.