Overrun by Kids

Overrun sounds so dramatic, so overwrought. But there were a bunch of kids in the yard, and when I say a “bunch,” I want you thinking of a very full cluster of grapes.

There were cute little grapes and malbehaving little grapes, and they were doing crafts and singing songs and playing games. They were also swinging on our little swing set. Most seemed to be having a good time.

It was a backyard Bible club, and it was at our house. So I had some yard cleanup to do, and we borrowed some of those pop-up pavilions because it was so hot. They played water games and had Otter Pops, and if my kids are any indication, there was a good time to be had.

And if I wasn’t very convincing as Jon, son of Saul, well, they didn’t throw tomatoes. They did trample the new blueberry bush, but I assume that’s because they’re spastic little kids, not because they’re frustrated drama critics.

And the garb may well invoke murmurs among those knowledgeable about Near East history, but doggone it, other than the dumb helmet, it was fun to wear.

When one comes to your neighborhood, I recommend that you give it a try as a parent and/or volunteer.