OWENNNNNN!

Tonight I got to reunite with my friend Kath. I love how we talk about real things- tonight we talked about kids. We decided it would be a great decision to get some ice-cream (when isn't that a good plan?) and sat out on the patio to people watch.

Running in circles and jumping from cement tables was a group of about 8 boy scouts in their button up navy blue shirts with the patches sewn on. One boy was throwing water bottles at the other kids. A second scout was leaping from bench to unsteady bench. None of the parents noticed or cared and a DQ employee had to come out to stop him before he wiped out. The one sister there tried to grab ahold of one of the boys that was beating up on everyone else. She got him right before he hit someone else--then the girl was the one who got yelled at. (How does that make sense?)

By the trash can or in the parking lot the kids found a wad of blue wire. A treasure obviously. Finders keepers for the lucky kid- he held onto that wad like it was a piece of gold. Until it got stolen from him. The thief then started running loops through the patio and into the parking lot. The owner of the wire just started bawling and screaming, "OWEN GIVE ME MY WIRE! I WANT MY WIRE OWEN!" Unfortunately Owen's parents couldn't have cared less. The Dad of the crying kid finally got up from his table, grabbed his kid by the arm, and left. The poor kid kept screaming "OWEN BRING ME BACK MY WIRE!" as he was dragged to the car. So long blue wire.

So although Kath and I love being counselors and teachers we're not really ready to become parents anytime soon.(I realize all children are not like Owen-the-blue-wire-thief. I'm just not ready for that stage of life yet.) Right now I'm totally content to sit and talk with my friend.