Wednesday, October 31, 2012
It happened this weekend I volunteered a Halloween party for the gymnastics gym. I was a Floor Monitor, keeping small boys from using found weapons or spreading the pit foam about, quipping loud "hands to yourself!" when needed and dashing little hopes at injury by forbidding the p(arallel)-bars & beams.
The boys ran around in packs playing what appeared to be tag-em or shoot-em games. The girls tried lots of tricks they aren't allowed to during classes and smaller knots of them grew and dispersed randomly. There was a haunted house that sounded exactly like something I do not want my 6 yo in (maybe in a few more years). Mostly older grade school and early high school kids, predominantly female. Which made it easier to explain to F why she didn't need to be there (not to mention the multiple other activities for the weekend).
At some point booster moms walked about with bowls of candy causing screeching and clamoring. There were handstand contests (won by the elites of course), limbo contests, and costume contests. About 20 minutes after the candy handouts the activity reached a frenzied fever pitch of manic proportions and shortly after that I noticed kiddos surreptitiously dealing candy out to kids that didn't have anymore.
Candy, sugar actually, is like crack for kids as we well know. I've noticed distinctly that right before the sugar crash happens they always go searching for more. After 2 solid hours of phrenetic activity and sugar consumption, they were all sent home to sleep it off.
Always an adventure.