Fight night.

A relation's birthday party celebration this afternoon and on into the late evening. This meant lots of grandchildren running around and swinging from the trees while the adults got on with the serious drinking and eating. I counted a minimum of fifteen excitable grandchildren, most of them determined to swing and jump from this little apple tree.

This is not one of mine and it's not what it looks like. He isn't challenging me to a fight, he's preparing himself to jump up in the air on my say so. Unfortunately it never quite worked out like I'd hoped. It never does.

As if I'd hit someone with glasses anyway.