Gas Games Are Fun – Reblog

I ran across this post on another blog that I like to read and had to share it. I love digging around in the heart and minds of kids. The way they see the world and encounter people…it’s so honest, transparent and free. As a dad, I’m constantly challenged and encouraged as I interact with my kids. I especially love where we’re at right now – the joy of watching my “big kids” (ages 13 & 11) claim their identities and watching my “little man” (age 4) discover the world.

Can you imagine the heart of Alexis? How she experiences her teacher, her class and the new games she gets to play? I’m all in with her – bring on the games…especially if they include gas!

Stuff Kids Write

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Six-year-old Alexis likes PE because her teacher makes up fun games.

Not that gas in PE isn’t fun.

Remember the cool little scooters?

Any game involving those is a perfect fit for flatulence. After all, breaking a bit of wind might provide a slight boost in propulsion, and it makes a pretty terrific sound effect. (Just don’t leave any skidmarks.)

And if you didn’t want to get caught underneath the parachute before, just wait until someone pulls the ripcord on one under there!

Do you think they put that hole in the middle of the fabric for ventilation?

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Thanks to Shelley for sharing her daughter’s note with Stuff Kids Write. It’s no stinker, that’s for sure.

Please send us funny samples of kids’ writing you catch wind of.

Email to mcfadden.chase@gmail.com or leanneshirtliffe@gmail.com.

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Angry Bird Valentine

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I love my little boy’s heart. They way he experiences the world is so refreshing. It reminds me often of what life is to look like for us. Earlier this week, I was banging around in the kitchen – cleaning up from a hectic morning – while he was watching his cartoons. Over the clanging of dishes and pans, I was shocked to hear his little voice turn into a monstrous scream. As I turned around to see what was going on, I realized that this scream was directed at…me!

He was out of control beside himself, thundering at me because I was making too much noise for him to hear his show. This has NEVER happened before and I admit, I was a bit in shock. However, what happened next shocked me even more.

In mid-scream, he stopped. His face fell and he immediately began saying, “I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m sorry!” Before I even had time to react, my little guy caught himself, changed course and began begging for forgiveness.

And it was given immediately. I picked him up, looked him deep in the eyes and said, “We don’t scream at people like that. Not at me. Not at anybody.” As tears welled up in his eyes, I looked at him and said, “I love you Brycen” and our little encounter was done.

Oh, that we would live like this with our Daddy! The perfect, fullest life available. Not a perfect life but one that is overcome with love and forgiveness. Could there be anything more beautiful than an “Angry Bird Valentine?”