So, I was in the house starting dinner and I kept hearing this sound against the outside of the house...boom, boom, boom. I knew what it was. It is funny how a mother can decipher what noises are and which cries are serious ones. Well, I stuck my head out the back door and calmly shouted "Can you stop throwing the ball against the house". Not a second after I closed the door, I heard the big crash of the window. The baseball made its way through it. I wasn't as calm when I opened the door the next time. Davin came to me and just cried. He said it was an accident. Which I do believe it was, however if he would have listened to me in the first place there would not have been the accident. Oh the joys of having kids.