Why We're Out Ten Bucks

Like many children his age, Nicky is obsessed with bottle flipping. He's always on the quest to land some elaborate flip, and when he succeeds, he's very loud and celebratory about it (I don't think he realizes he's not being video taped). It's annoying, but I'd rather him flip bottles than play video games, so I try to not crush his bottle flipping spirit (although there have been times where I've had to say IF THAT BOTTLE FLIPS ONE MORE TIME, IMMA FLIP, SO YOU NEED TO DECIDE RIGHT NOW IF YOUR FLIP IS WORTH RISKING MY FLIP).

Occasionally, Nicky will ask, "If I [insert description of bottle flip here] and land it, will you pay me a hundred bucks?" Based on the improbability of succeeding, we mumble, "Sure, whatever."

We're not going to do that anymore because last night we were almost out a hundred bucks. Luckily, right before Nicky flipped the bottle, Scotty agreed to ten bucks instead of a hundred.

Nicky wanted to flip the bottle here:

And his hope was that, after flipping the bottle in the air, it would pass through the three loops and land upright on the ground.

And it did.

So we will never again mess with this boy. We can't afford to.