Throwing Sand

"Vinny, stop throwing sand," I say.

"He threw it first," says Vinny.

"Gio, stop throwing sand," I repeat. "For the love of sand crabs, stop throwing sand, people."

Eventually they did stop throwing sand at each other.

"Honey, will you look at Vinny," I say annoyed. "He's throwing sand at himself. Who does that?"

Actually he was throwing sand into the wind, and the sand was blowing back into his face. Who on Goddess's green Earth likes sand in their face?

"Ahhhhhh, the sand is beating me up!" cries Vinny, having a jolly good time.

"Stop throwing sand at yourself," I say.