Ah, the magic of being young. The Boy went to Parents' Night Out at the church tonight. Basically, they feed the children chicken nuggets and tater tots, then let them run around like crazy, watch a VeggieTales show, then good off some more. Then we have to go get them.
I arrived to pick The Boy up ten minutes early tonight and found him cuddled up with fifteen other little kids in a circle on the floor, playing "gossip" with Miss Cathy. One kid starts the gossip with something like, "My cat eats goldfish", the message is whispered around the circle, until the last child calls out what she heard, usually something like, "Michael wears goof wish." Then they all dissolve into helpless giggles until someone is able to start it going again.
These are the memories of childhood that are supposed to stay with him forever -- on the cold tile floor of a badly lit church hall with fifteen of his best friends in the whole world.
"I never had such good friends as I did when I was 10. Man, does anyone?"
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