We could pop balloons with our butts just for fun.
We could let out all of our frustrations by pulling on eight kids on the end of a very large rope.
Everyone would get some kine of award, and be very happy and proud of their hard work.
Our teachers would cut us a break when they had to replace the paper that they told us to be very careful with. They would forget that they told us to place it in a very important place instead of losing it out of our pocket on the playground.
Even though they said they would not reproduce our list of events, they would.
Because it is field day, and no one can go home disappointed, even if they tend to misplace things because they are too busy thinking about more important things.
(The little genius Abigail is just like her father. He needs a field day every day too so that when he loses that fourth wedding band [which is not a matter of IF but WHEN], I, too, will cut him a break.)
And, we could run just for fun.
(Man, I really need an adult version of a field day.
I haven’t run for fun in approximately 15 years)
And, last but not least, if we could have a field day every day,
everyone would take a moment to enjoy the vastness of the sky.
And, like me, they would know God is up there somewhere.
And they would know that he’s watching over all of his children.
And on field day, everyone would be happy because God would be happy.
Because his children are all getting along, enjoying each other and encouraging each other.
And that is the most important reason that even if every day isn’t field day,
we should act like it is.
And, if you can’t be nice like it’s field day…
…go and pop a balloon with your butt.
It will put you in the mood.