My Mom cannot skip a stone. Even if she had a perfect rock on a glass-calm lake, there is no way that stone will ever skip.
Fortunately for me, her deficiency is not genetic. Unfortunately for me, she asked me to help her learn.
Me: Like this mom.
In slow motion I exaggerate the throwing motion and release a stone…
My stone: tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick ticktickticktititic.
Mom: Ok. Like this?
Mom’s rock: Splash.
Me: You need to flick your wrist.
Mom’s rock: Plunk.
Mom’s rock: Plunk.
Me: Bend your knees and throw it as close to parallel with the lake as you can.
Mom’s rock: Plink.
Mom’s rock: Plink.
Mom’s rock: Plink.
Me: Mom, seriously. On the count of three you throw and I’ll throw, and we can pretend that mine is yours.
She ignores me.
Mom’s rock: Kachug.
Mom’s rock: Kachug.
Mom’s rock: Ka…
And then it happened. The lake refused to accept any more of her feeble tosses and it rejected throw #37. Yes, throw #37 did bounce once when it hit the lake causing it to hesitate for a millisecond before it sank.
Mom: (screeching) Whooooo hooooooo!
My Mom can bounce a stone.
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That’s my Betty Betty…rock on!
Your fans would like more blog entires about Betty. Oh and more pictures…. I hear she LOVES to have her picture taken! She rocks!
No worries Skyla, I’ve got a few up my sleeve. Sorry Mom, the people want what the people want!
Great. I knew she had it in her.
I had to use 1/4000th shutter speed just to stop the action on that stone!