An Unfair Fight

If this had taken place in a ring it would have been declared a TKO. Knocked down a time or two, standing on legs wobbly, woozy and uncertain of exactly where up ended and down began. 

We accepted this challenge willingly, even knowing the inevitable outcome. For our opponents could literally bounce off walls. And sometimes chose, voluntarily, to do so.

You know when you misplace something of value, the frantic search that ensues? Every nook and cranny of your room, your house, subject to inspection, as though the FBI had a warrant and was taking great pleasure in turning the place upside down? That was exactly what this area looked like after the not quite three year old finished his self appointed assignment of taking every toy, stuffed animal, art supply and piece of paper from its designated location and depositing it haphazardly throughout what now appeared absolutely nothing like it had but a blink of an eye before.

His older sister building a fort made of every couch cushion seemingly located within a few blocks radius. What had earlier been a spot where I could sit and find comfort for my achy back, now rendered a wholly inhospitable landscape.

It felt like The Cat in the Hat, had escaped the confines of the page and landed here. Everything not in its assigned location, yet to these little people it all seemed so perfectly normal. We were helpless against this onslaught.

Do you want to feel ancient? Spend an afternoon tasked with watching children at play. Their pause button apparently broken. You will inevitably become winded just by the visual experience.

Yet I wouldn't trade this opportunity for a million bucks. But for two million....?