Tired Kids!

This weekend was the fourth and fifth graders' chance to spend the night at the church and consume more snack foods than some of them would normally eat in a week. (Think camp, but only for about fifteen hours.)

For the first two hours, they ran around at the club and the ones in the pool gave me plenty of "hugs" of the the you're-dry-and-I'm-wet-so-you-need-to-be-wet-too variety. Bonus of the "side hugs only" rule, is that it gives a good excuse to turn that wet swimsuit so that it is not getting you quite SO wet.

(The rock wall was as popular as it was with the high schoolers, but the request changed from, "Time me!" to "Will you wait [in the room] until I go up?" Which...when you boil it down...means basically the same thing.)

Back at the church they listened to the HS youth pastor talk about the greatest gift they could ever get, that would never ever not be what they needed - at which point one of the boys pipes up with, "A girl!" Umm. NO.

There was a counselor hunt and a movie, and then the half way comatose children fell asleep. 

At least, the girls did. The boys ended up staying awake for about an hour longer after their movie and were up running around and throwing a football by 6:30 in the morning. The girls didn't wake up until we turned the lights on at 8:00 (even with the boys running around upstairs) when we told them they had fifteen minutes to get up, pack up, and walk across the church to breakfast.

And...there was a requisite (short) game of ninjas after breakfast, before their parents came to pick them up, just to keep with tradition.