Simons Says...
Yes, I have often been tempted to do some obscene things to the kids when we are playing a rousing game of simon says, like...walk on this gym line and alternate touching your nose with your different fingers, or do a back somersalt, or punch your neighbor to get them to bleeding shut up! Yet, thinking about that is where it all ends...until today. I asked one of the assistant directors to play Simon Says with the majority of the group while I worked with the few remaining ones on a special scene. What happens, you may ask. Well, I hear, "Simon says...dog pile on Ryan!" The next few moments are in slow motion as I rush toward the group to cease the chaos. I was too late. Now, I have a stack of seven pee wees piled on top of each other with the small one, actually the runt of the pack as nature would have it, crushed at the bottom. Poor Ryan is crying. I dig through the wreckage to recover the limp, weeping child. I pick him up, examine him quickly for any protruding bones and send him for some water. Returning from the water fountain, he has a big grin on his face. I love kids for that reason...they are made out of rubber titanium...and they tell each other to make dog piles while playing Simon Says.