|Here he is, my super-hilarious new pal.|
Once reality set in, I started laughing all over again, because I realized I was going to have to explain to him why I couldn't stop laughing. It was a vicious cycle.
When I finally pulled myself together long enough to get a few words out, I told him what was so funny:
I threw a golf ball at a kid and hit him in the eye.
I realize that I am a mother, a teacher, a lover of children. And I'm a good person! I am aware that I shouldn't find this situation to be so hysterical that I snort-laugh while tears are streaming out of my eyes. But there you have it. Now you have a glimpse into the real me. The only thing that I think is funnier than people falling down is people getting hit by cars. True story.
In my defense, he was just one of a group of kids throwing golf balls at my dream self, so the little shit had it coming.