The Fun Run was Fun in the Sun
A kindergarten level headline for a kindergarten fun run (in the Sun)
See Child Run.
Child Runs
Child has some fun
Dad has some fun
Mom has some fun
Mom, Dad and Child have had too much sun.
Run Child, Run!
If you haven’t already guessed was the Apex Fun Run at her school. I have never heard of Apex until the child came home with stuff from school, but it’s fund raising with sweaty little runners that can barely read, but boy can they run.
All week this Apex thing has been teaching the kids respect and the like so I can’t say it’s a bad thing but I still find the whole system kind of iffy that you have to rely on your child to get sponsors for their education. I am told this is how things are done and I just have to deal so I am dealing.
Besides, this was about the kids and the kids absolutely loved it to death. They ran and ran and ran some more through pylons and under big tunnels and when all was said and done - in about a half hour the kids ran 36 laps.
Thirty-Six! These laps were not the size of a kiddie pool. These were serious sized laps that I bet not many adults watching would be able to run - including yours truly.
She had a great time and a few family members committed to 2 dollars a lap because really, how many laps can a six-year-old run?
It seems 36 of them is the answer and imagine their surprise when the credit card bill gets dinged for $72.00. I thought BW was overspending at $50 but apparently not.
The run itself was well done and well planned and the kiddos ran and ran and ran and ran and then when you think they could not run any more - they ran some more. They all looked like a hot mess when they were done. I didn’t see any more prizes or awards but then they might still show up next week.
Because BW and I will take every opportunity to embarrass our daughter, we brought along a plastic stadium horn to cheer her on.
Something like this:
We thought it was a great idea and we had a blast cheering her on and encouraging her to keep going. But apparently some of the other parents there did not appreciate our silliness and complained about the horn. Karens are everywhere it seems.
I don’t see what the problem was. I was the only Dad playing air guitar with the horn while I cheered my kiddo on because that’s why we are there - to have fun and celebrate the great work the kids did and believe me, they did all the work.
Me? I just tooted my own horn.