Last night, at Familypalooza, I overheard our children’s pastor saying this to a little boy who was in the middle of an epic screaming tantrum. I found it really funny, because I love his sense of humor, but then one of my own kids had reason to cry at Palooza.
Overall we did have a really good time, and it was so nice that the church sponsored all these events for our huge congregation. Last night, they even had a cookout for everyone, with hamburgers, brats, hot dogs, pasta salad, watermelon, chips, and root beer floats! A LOT of food was served, and the weather even cooled down enough that we could enjoy our dinner without sweat dripping into it. As always, any time I get a break from cooking, I’m happy.
Wednesday was carnival night, and Sparkles the Clown made balloon animals for all the kids (have I mentioned that I find clowns really creepy? No? Well, I do, and so does Bee. She noticed that Sparkles was wearing a wedding ring, and she said, “Mom, somebody married that clown!).
The kids tried to master mini-golf, but after a couple of swings, we took DJ’s club away and moved him on to other activities, because he was swinging wildly every which way, and we were afraid he was going to clock somebody in the head. Cakes got frustrated and gave up, but Bee plodded along, even though it took her 32 tries to make the final hole.
The kids (and by this, I also mean my husband) also got to decorate sunglasses with markers and glitter glue.
Last night, in addition to the cookout, there were lots of inflatables to play on, and also a rock-climbing wall, which the girls weren’t brave enough to try. The kids were having the best time,
until DJ got knocked down, and he bit right through his lip! It bled profusely, and swelled up all big and puffy.
Then that was it. The fun was over. He told us, “Wanna go home now, go bed!”
By that time, those were our sentiments, too. Because while stuff like this is always fun, and you look forward to it with anticipation, it’s also nice when it’s over, and normal daily life can resume, don’t you think?