Noah's Ark....

It all began as a normal church day. One thing that was different. I was scheduled to 'supervise' the play time downstairs.

The Vanderkids were there with me. Madeline, Luke and Olivia.

We began the hour by acting out the story of "The Three Little Pigs". Some played and acted, some didn't. That was fine.

Then we started the story of "Noah's Ark". I was one of Noah's kids and Madeline said that when you're a kid, you get bossed around. I was OK with that, as I knew when push came to shove, I was still the adult in the Ark.

The first attempt at an Ark was a little boat, chosen amongst the many toys. But how can you put two of everything in a little boat. We graduated to the large hamper but again when there are several animals of every description, they simply wouldn't all fit. Madeline decided that, hey, why can't the whole room be the Ark. Great idea. She's a thinker, that girl! So, all the animals were put to bed while Madeline, (Mrs. Noah), made everyone dinner. Quite good actually. And we had to save some for all the animals too, or they'd starve.

Well, it was a "rained for forty days and forty nights" story so obviously water had to enter the picture at some point. Water was poured for the dishes. Water was poured for the drinks. Water was poured to pour on the table. Water was poured......get the picture?

In steps Noah's child-turned-supervising-adult. NO MORE WATER ALREADY!!!

Mr. Noah got green and orange happy face sticker measles......and the child....(that's me) got them too.

The Ark got pretty active at one point and I was ready to flee the scene.....then I remembered I was the adult supervisor here. I perservered.

The cookies, which had been brought into the Ark before the rains began, with the assistance of one of the animals in the Ark, pushed the cookies off the freezer and down the back, at which time Mr. Noah looked carefully behind to see where they had gone. Much to his delight he not only found the Ark's food source, but also his new cars (brought to the play room a few weeks previously). It was quite a celebratory moment with much exclaiming and laughter..........until Mr. Noah realized the cars were so near and yet so far. He managed to get the cookies out though but alas, they were too covered in dust bunnies for consumption.......much to the Noah Family's disappointment.

The morning hour progressed from one moment to the next and the end was in sight.

Twelve noon! Class dismissed.

I remember why young people have children and not older ones. They take your energy and gobble it up like a dust-bunny-covered cookie.

Here's to Marc and Dixie. May God give them energy to live life with the beautiful "Noah" family!