Setting: Sitting in the family car with the three children after a visit to a “kid fun” place that features about 100 trampolines. The business has three separate areas all with trampolines—a free bounce section, a foam block pit (for jumping into), and a dodgeball area.
Sissy just turned four-years old and her older brother is now in 4th grade.
ME: Sissy, did you like doing all that jumping today?
SISSY: Oh yeah.
ME: Last time you hung out with your brother more in the dodgeball section. Why did you jump so much with Luka and me? Are you mad at big brother?
SISSY: No. But…
ME: But what Sissy?
Sissy frowns and exhales...
SISSY: Daddy, I got dodgeballered.
ME: You what?
SISSY: When I went into the dodgeball area with “Big Brother” I got hit by 100 balls all at once.
ME: You got “dodgeballered” by 100 balls? Yikes, that must have been awful.
I did a great job of not laughing at the thought of a preschooler confidently stepping into the unkind world of dodgeball only to be showered by numerous well aimed projectiles. "Big Bro" did confirm Sissy’s story, but downgraded the stated “100 dodge balls” to an estimated 5 or 6.
The term “dodgeballered” now has a place in the comedic history of the Slamdunk family.
Ahh, the memories of playing dodgeball during elementary school gym time; this Interntet image resembled me only I had much smaller shoes back then.
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