Kids are Fun

So I go outside to take a 10 minute break away from my screen and I get accosted by three kids… ages maybe 5, 6 and 8 [two boys and a girl]. They wanted to play, so I agreed. Now if you have ever read Calvin and Hobbes, that should give you an idea of what kind of games we were playing � basically based off of adult sports with none of the rules and all of the exceptions. So it ended up being a combination of tag/soccer/football [with a softball and some lawn chairs throw in to make it interesting] � and all of them against me. There was a great deal of running and shouting [mostly by me] and lots of tackling and grabbing my shirt [mostly by them]. So my nice red medium polo is now a red, brown and green spotted XL.

But kids are great. They would get together [with very serious voices] in their little huddle and while I was laying gasping on the grass like a fish out of water, they were saying “ok, now I’ll throw the ball to him and you run past him and I will grab his legs and then he’ll throw it to you and she can run it to the goal.”

Then after that we ended up playing this other game where i chased them around this huge field. I realized that there is no way I have that kind of energy to keep up with three kids that age. But hey, I do that everyday and I might have hit upon a new excercise plan.