There's this playspace that I take the kiddo to sometimes. They have this big tube contraption where you put balls in a hole and they are blown through the tubes, then spit out at the end. The other day I took him there and sat down on the floor. Pretty soon I found out that I was in the perfect spot to be on the receiving end of every single ball that got spit out. It is so sad to admit that my Large Marge status and general lazy/tiredness won out and I just sat there. Getting hit with ball after ball.
I was basically Dianne in a dodgeball tournament at Fat Camp. Although watching this, I have to admit she moved more than I did.