Once upon a time, Little Dude got a boomerang. His Mom bought it for him at the Air & Space Museum in Washington, D.C. It was multi-colored and all the way from Australia.
He can only play with it outside. This makes him sad. He would like to play with it inside.
Little Dude let Twerpy Neighbor Child play with the boomerang.
Twerpy Neighbor Child threw the boomerang in a tree. His Dad got it down.
"Do NOT throw the boomerang near the trees or the neighbors or the roofs!" Mom told Little Dude and Twerpy Neighbor Child.
They listened, for a bit. Then they threw the boomerang at the front glass door of the 86-year-old neighbor lady. She was not pleased.
Today, Little Dude could not find his boomerang after Twerpy Neighbor Child came knocking, asking to play with it.
"Where is the boomerang? Where is the boomerang? Where is the boomerang??" Little Dude cried.
"Look around," Mom said. "Keep track of your toys."
He looked and looked and looked and couldn't find the boomerang. He was sad.
Mom found the boomerang. It was in the living room, next to the computer, in the open.
"Do not throw the boomerang near the trees or the neighbors or the roofs!" Mom said.
Five minutes later, Little Dude came in.
There was a problem. The boomerang "somehow" landed on top of the neighbor's roof.
"We should get a ladder!" Little Dude said.
Uh, no, Mom said. You were told not to throw the boomerang near the trees or the neighbors or the roofs. And where is it now?
"On the roof," he said.
Mom and Little Dude went to the neighbor's house to tell him there was a boomerang on his roof and when it eventually fell off, to please let them know.
This did not satisfy Little Dude.
"We need to call 911 and ask the fireman to get the boomerang down!"
Uh, no, Mom said. You were told not to throw the boomerang near the trees or the neighbors or the roofs. And where is it now?
"On the roof," he said.
And that is where it will stay, Mom said, until the wind blows it off.
"When will that be? When will it rain? when will there be wind?" Little Dude asked.
Soon, Mom said.
She hopes.
Meanwhile, she is keeping Little Dude away from ladders and roofs. Where the boomerang remains.
