Rocks and a Bucket

We have a ton of toys. All over. Outside in the yard. Inside. Everywhere.

Yesterday I hear this clinking sound on the front door. Usually the kids come around and knock on it when they are playing in the yard and trying to be funny and have me answer it. But this was a different sound. I go to investigate and find this...

Ryan had devised a new game. He's taking my decorative rocks from the yard and throwing them into an old paint bucket Jason had left out to dry. He'd stand pretty far back and aim, usually banking it off the front door. All I could do is laugh. Who needs toys when you have a bucket and rocks.