Overheard at the Climbing Wall...

So, I was working the climbing wall on Monday afternoon. I sit on top of the wall and send people down the zip line - it makes for a fun afternoon. It was time to go so I was taking the equipment down and packing it in my backpack. The kids are always curious to know how I get on the wall (I climb up the tree beside the wall - there are large staples embedded in the tree deeper than Christiane Amanpour) and how I get down (I either climb down the tree, repel, or zip down).

On this day, I was going to zip down. As I was making my final preparations, I heard one child say to the other, "Hey look, the old guy is going to do the zip-line."

Thanks, kid.

Rob

Overheard at the Volleyball Court...

So, I was presiding over a four-kid game of volleyball last week when I heard one of the boys lower his voice and ask one of the girls how old I am. The girl, who'd learned my age earlier in the week, replied matter-of-factly, "She's twenty-nine." My jaw dropped when the boy replied, "No, she's way older than that!"

Thanks, kid.

Lynda