Last year I was good at recovering fumbles in football. When I was a running back, I don't think I ever fumbled but when I was on defense I was the guy who made the other running back fumble the football and I usually recovered it.
But since I am writing about the Word of the Week, I am going to change the subject to slumber parties. Me and my sister fumble around for the same stuffed animal that we both love. She starts laughing and the chances of her getting hurt go to like 75%. Usually I get it but I give her another chance and we keep doing this until she gets tired.
This usually results in one of us getting hurt (Haley) and some crying, and my mom coming in and threatening to end the slumber party. Since it is dark in there, my mom fumbles over the toys and then gets really mad. I go right back to my bed because I am a good boy.
I fumble around with a tiny soda bottle and my mom gets mad again and takes it away from me! My mom says this doesn't make sense in my blog but I think it's funny for that reason.
I hope the other bloggers entering this Word Up, Yo! competition fumble in their entry posts, so I can be a wiener like my mom.
So that's it. See you next time on Sports Boy News