The sun is shining. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming – and so are idiots. It must be spring.
I went to Sidewalk Sunday School this morning. Twenty-six kids showed up. We had a Bible lesson, then got ready to play a game. The plan for the day was Tug-a-War. The kids were divided evenly by age and size and they tugged and pulled. I watched.
The kids divided again, boys-against-girls. There were about the same amount of kids on each side of the rope, however, the boys had three 13 year olds. The eldest girls — two of them — were 10. I decided to play. Jane, another adult, joined the girls as well. At that point Brandon, a 22 year old muscly male, joined the boys.
On your mark, get set — splat. Apparently my left knee wasn’t informed that it needed to participate. I made a spectacular dive into the dirt. The girls, concerned for my welfare, immediately let go of the rope, dropping the boys onto their backs like dominoes.
Moncey, a mighty six year-old ran over and heroically tried to lift me to my feet. It might have worked 😉 had she not been standing on my hand. The teenage boys ran over to pick me up and apologize. Brandon hid.
Then we all danced the Macarena, indulged in Burger King double cheese burgers, and departed for home. The kids hopping and skipping and singing. Me limping — again. My knees are too old for this, but my spirit still wants to play!