Not Always An Errant Golf Ball

The grandbabies are over and we're all sitting at the table eating.  Well, not all of us were sitting at the table.  Baby T is on the floor, with a plastic tablecloth underneath the Bumbo.  We should have stripped him down to his diaper first, but he was really hungry.  And he can take off the tray if you don't put it on completely....here's how I know.....

That beautiful young woman is the mother of my beautiful grandsons, aka my daughter.  If any of you have children that scream at you that you're terrible, horrible, and they hate you....this is why you don't kill them....so they grow-up and then they will produce beautiful grandsons for you to love.

We hear a "POP"....can't figure it out.....look on the patio and see nothing.  Well E.Boy has super sensitive hearing (not a good thing as an infant when you want them to sleep) and wants to figure this out.  Especially since we're now hearing a crackling noise.  So I do what any grandma does, I told him to go tell grandpa.  Which he does immediately and his grandpa walks in the room and asks "what happened to the window" since this is what he saw........

 Here's a closer look

We immediately look for a golf ball, since we do live on a golf course.  There is no sign of anything hitting the window.  I went in to grandma roll, made sure the babies were out of range.  I was afraid to get close enough to see if it was the inside or outside pane.  The thing looked ready to fall apart at any moment.  Lucky for us it was the outside pain, Dave looked.  And the thing is still in place...although we're very careful until the thing is replaced.

We called the local home glass repair shop, got a quote ($400 dollars!!!!! but she is going to see if she can get that discounted), and now we wait at least a week. Oh the joys of home ownership.