Boys of Summer: Broken Dreams

It's been a rough evening. Started out with the boy deciding to lounge on the couch watching TV while the rest of the family worked outside. He didn't ask, just decided not to help out. So we had a little "talk". He ended up with a peanut butter sandwich for dinner while the rest of us ate at Hardee's (no big deal, he probably preferred it anyways).
But because the evening got off to a rough start, when he asked to go outside and play catch I couldn't turn him down. We spent about twenty minutes with some great throws and catches. Then it happened.
He decides to rear back and hurl the wild man throw without looking at where it's going. Where it went was over my head and through the garage window. If one of the cars had been in there they may have lost some glass too. Some days your patience really gets tried.