Well … not so much. At Cailyn’s school it meant a bucket of
bubbles and wands with multiple bubble holes.
It meant a water bottle sprayer station where you could “choose your own
weapon,” so to speak, and face off against other squirts with squirters. Or in some cases sneak up behind a teacher or
another unsuspecting adult and nail them with a stream before racing away in a
tirade of giggles. Of course if one of
those adults happened to have an umbrella-shield, it took a little more
ingenuity to complete the attack. It
meant a few of those little kiddie pools filled with water so you could relax a
moment and escape the heat or perhaps refill your squirt-weapon. But most of all it meant one of those giant,
blow-up water slides. Of course with the
number of children they were trying to service, it also meant a really long
line, but the kids were adaptive. They went
down two at a time. A teacher was assigned
to the duty of seeing that no one went down face first. Safety first.
All in all it appeared to be a really fun day.
And no, I’m certain we never had a day like
that when I was in school. Am I bitter? Nah. Too
old to waste time being bitter. After
all I did have quite an effective shield …
Psalms 18:2 says, “The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock,
in whom I take refuge. He is my shield
and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.”
Father, thank you for being my shield
against the pesky squirts of evil that surround me. Amen.
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