We went to watch Parks first scrimmage game since being placed on her competition soccer team "Ignite" yesterday. The girls played a team that had been together for awhile, and were a year older. Under the circumstances, and the fact that the weather was so hot we were melting, they did pretty good. Park and her team show some promise.
Being more interested in his own play than his sisters soccer game, Landon and his buddy Bridger played the duration of the game on the playground behind the soccer goal. The sprinklers came on near the playground, and I knew too well that it would be too tempting for little boys of six on a hot summer day to avoid them. (I can't say that I blame them, had I not been in work clothes I may have seriously joined them.) We were enjoying the game when Bridger's mom says, I just sent my husband over to tell the naked child on the playground to get his clothes on. Not knowing if it were my child, praying to the Lord that it was not my child, I ran to the playground. There stood Landon now clad in his sand covered underpants (thank heavens Bridger's dad got him to put those on.) I explained that Landon needed to put his shorts on, and explained why streaking was not allowed, that this was a serious offense which a police officer could arrest him for. Without complaint Landon put on his britches. Totally expecting some ridiculous excuse, I asked Landon what possessed him to take his clothes off. I was at the least waiting for "I got wet, then got in the sand, and it was all over me and I was uncomfortable;" Instead, Landon looks me straight in the eye and says, "Mom, I have no excuse today for what I did." Alrighty then...what's a mom to say to that but, "don't let it happen again," and pray with all her might he won't do it again, will grow up to be a decent adult, and that she can keep from laughing out loud as she replays in her mind over and over the sight of her sandy underpant child on a public playground.
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