Ashley Magnus: juggling through the ages.
Age three: Throwing balls at Henry.
"Look, Henry! I'm juggling!" She squealed, hitting him in the face.
Age five: Throwing balls up in the air, but they fail to come down.
"Mom, I got another ball stuck on my ceiling fan!"
Age seven: Throwing balls up, which promptly land on her head.
"Ouch! Aw man, I think I got a concussion!"
"They're made of foam, Ashley."
Age thirteen: Throwing balls……she thinks she has upgraded from foam balls, but she's not.
"Ow, ow! Go easy!"
"Ya, know Ashley, you should really stick to the foam balls."
Age seventeen: She progresses….maybe.
"You should be fine, Ashley."
"Seriously, Ashley, how do you get a concussion juggling?"
Age twenty-five: Evasive maneuver number twenty-three.
"I think I'm gonna try juggling again."
"No! Henry- Evasive maneuver number twenty-three!"
Henry gasped as he hurtled the coffee table in an attempt to reach Ashley before she could toss a ball.
Age twenty-seven: Will learns a lesson.
"Wow, Will, you're really good at juggling."
"Thanks, Ashley. You wanna try?"
"Sure." She grabs the balls from him, and Henry comes shooting around the corner.
"EVASIVE MANEUVERS!!!!!!!!!" He yelled into a walkie-talkie, and the SWAT team swooped in and grabbed the balls.
"What was that about?"
"Impending doom, Will, impending doom."