Quite a cap to this flipping episode

This is what it sounds around our dining room table. In the morning and in the afternoon and in the evening.

Ka-PLUNK. Ka-PLUNK. Ka-PLUNK. James, stop.

Ka-PLUNK. Ka-PLUNK. Ka-PLUNK. James. Stop.

Ka-PLUNK. Ka-PLUNK. Ka-PLUNK. JAMES. STOP.

Ka-PLUNK. Ka-PLUNK. Ka-PLUNK. JAMES! STOP!!!!

Here’s the thing! If you have a male in your life -- oh, say, between the ages of 3 and 23 -- you know about the relatively new phenomenon called Bottle Flipping. Take a half-full (Sami) or half-empty water bottle. Flip it, so that it lands square on its bottom. Repeat. Endlessly. I know. Not exactly rocket science. For even more adventure and challenge, try “capping’’ the bottle. Flipping it so that it lands on its cap. This, my friends, is not easy. This requires arduous practice, rigorous repetition, and much annoying distraction to those who find little humor in this boyish activity (and, rest assured, this is a mostly gender specific activity; you don’t often see girls or women flipping bottles).

Being a maturity challenged boy, James loves bottle flipping. He flips anything he can find, in fact. His bottle of vitamins. A deck of cards. Chopsticks. You name it, he’s flipping it. Tuesday night, at dinner, however, he performed the ultimate flipping trick. He flipped a small water bottle, and capped it on the top of a gallon of milk. No really. See the picture? I swear. I witnessed this, along with my daughter. He did it! One keen blog follower noted that had I made of video of this, it would have gone viral. Of course! If I had the phone camera rolling, no way the little guy sticks that landing. It was, as they say, epic. James was thrilled; shrieked in delight. We were awed. My wife was neither. She just wants that Ka-PLUNK Ka-PLUNK Ka-PLUNK to stop already. And really. Who can blame her? She a well-adjusted, mature and beautiful woman. Not exactly the proper domain for the Ka-PLUNK Ka-PLUNK Ka-PLUNK world of bottle flipping.