....we do not allow rock throwing in our house.

I was talking with a friend of mine via email, and she mentioned the recent "rock throwing incident" at our house.

"You knew the kids weren't throwing real rocks, right?  I mean, you knew it was all about words, sticks and stones, etc, right?"

"Well," she said, "actually, I just skimmed your post so I must have missed that part."

Yikes!

I'm grinning, but the grin is a nervous grin.

I do not allow rocks in any form into this house, unless they are collected from hikes or beachcombing, or needed for use in a collage, or to replace Mancala stones, or to be painted as paperweights, or needed to cover the ground in a shadow box, or if it's a special one that has gold specks that absolutely has got to be gold.

Otherwise, NO ROCKS are allowed in my house.

Oh. Except maybe the occasional rock that comes in via the tread of a sneaker.

The rocks thrown in our house a few weeks ago were of the word variety...you know, the kind that hurts feelings and wounds hearts and does hurt as bad as sticks and stones, no matter who made up that cute little rhyme trying to convince us that words don't hurt.

I was able to take care of it by:

1. Getting off the computer.

2. Putting the mouthy fellows to work for the day with orders to seal the offending part of their body.

3. Staying off the computer.

Now that that is clear (and I sincerely hope it is), it is with great relief that I announce that our family is not the only one that throws rocks (IE. WORDS) around and causes bloody messes ( EMOTIONAL WOUNDS).

I just read what is going to be one of my favorite posts.  nsremom wrote a great post on what happened today when a "rock" got thrown in her house.  I am so impressed with her and her husband...and their kids! 

Loving, caring, active parenting. This is what our kids need. 

How old is this couple anyway? They look like a couple of kids themselves. Where did they find this wisdom?

(I think I know.)