Snails
When my dauhter was three, she, my wife and I were heading out of the house to walk into town for some reason.

In the front garden I spotted a snail. Not out of the ordinary, we get quite a lot; I normally just chuck them into the hedge on the other side of the road.

I picked it up and, as its only 10 meters or so across to the hedge, executed a forceful under-arm throw of said snail.

Mid-way thru the throw, I could tell something was up. Inexplicably, my arm didn't complete the move. it was as if paralysis had suddenly set in. I couldn't for a moment understand as to why.

It was only when I saw my daughter sprawled across the pavement that I realised what happened; she had inadvertantly walked into the path of my throwing arm, and had been knocked clean off her feet by her very own father.

Wife saw it all happen and after the inconsolable tears of shock and mild pain from daughter, the inconsolable tears of laughter set in.

The snail, if your interested, only halfway made it across the road.
Can't say I didn't try.
(FUXTIX Not my words, Carol, Sun 24 Jan 2010, 21:51, Reply)