I was leaving the dog park when I came up on a minivan mom and her two kids. The boy was throwing rocks, and I watched him closely as I went to drive past. Sure enough, he wound back and let fly.
Little 3 year old punk is all ready for Occupy Wall Street, it seems. His sister broke into tears for some reason, and minivan mom tried to explain that while he had been throwing rocks, he wasn't throwing them at anything.
I'm afraid that I was a little cross with her, explaining how young Junior tracked the car's movements before he threw the damn thing. I was watching his eyes the whole time.
Fortunately (I guess), Dad showed up to pick up the brood and gave me contact info. We'll see if it was all made up or not.
Damn kids start early these days ...