So Devan and Lungelo are staying over for the night. Devan was just visiting, but when his Mom came to fetch him the trio convinced her it would be SO UNFAIR if he couldn’t also spend the night.
Him being rather pale he was noticeably pink as they’d been in the pool all day. Oops. Suntan lotion. Right. Tom & Lungelo not so much.
Once his Ma had left I line them up and issue each wif a stone. What now, Dad?
“City slicker wimps need to learn a few basic skills” I drone while I line them up in front of an upended big black dustbin with a white HTH bucket on top. At a distance of four metres they all missed the target by about five metres.
“See waddimean?” says Dad. “Take turns and don’t stop till you’ve each hit the bucket five times.”
They loved it. They reckon they’re ready to hunt big game now.