My son Todd claims his rock skipping record is 27. This is ridiculous and he knows it.
First of all, you can’t accurately count skips. It’s an estimate at best, which is why most skippers have their records in round numbers. When someone says 31, you know they’re either making it up or they miscounted.
Secondly, my son has had some great skips in his life, most of which I’ve seen, but 27 feels like a stretch. I’ve watched him hit 18-20 on his best days, and even those were rare. The kid’s got talent, but no work ethic. Phil, my other son might hit the mid to high 20s, but he gave up skipping when he decided to be gay.
Thirdly, I don’t trust my youngest to pick out a rock good enough for such a high skip count. When Todd was in 2nd grade he picked up a lava rock, the kind that kids scratch on the sidewalk like chalk. He tried to skip it and it was a total disaster. I told him that moon rocks don’t skip, at which point Phil said, “That’s not a moon rock dad. It’s an igneous rock from earth.”
Thank you Dr. Oppenheimer.
Sons need to respect their fathers.
