We’re currently at a camp for families and youths. Yesterday I played an odd version of car park netball with a bunch of towering, energetic teenagers. I got teased for being a MUM (read: old), which I took in good stride, because I completely whooped their asses!

Today we played a series of water bomb team games, which was just so much fun. I laughed until my belly ached. It was a grand feeling. My boys had a great time too.

This is Sean picking up popped water balloon pieces off the concrete. He collected them till they spilled out of his little cupped hands. He then put them back in the water buckets to create a tank full of floating “fishies”. It was just the sweetest thing to see amidst the war of water bombs.