We spent the 4th with some of the most patriotic people in America- my mom and dad. Who better to spend the holiday with that someone who gave their life for this country and someone who gave up their family for this country?
We enjoyed a picnic in the arctic, I mean Lake Marie with Matt and Carda and family and our good family friend "Grandma Blanche" (who by the way was the only one smart enough to bring a winter coat to a picnic in July)!
I think our most memorable moments though were those had at the play ground. Us parents decided to join our children in a friendly game of tag. Of course with the Morrison competitive spirit there was some showing off to be sure. Our first casualty was RJ. In an attempt to squeeze his 6'3'' body between two vertical bars at a high velocity, he clocked himself just above his eye. It was a decent gash that made it difficult to tell whether or not the crimson blood was coming from his eye or slightly above.
Carda was quick to follow with a pulled shoulder muscle from a speedy getaway down the slide.
We chuckeld some that the adults were dropping like flies and I wondered how soon it would be before I got my share.
Instead of me, it was Matt. The one who was practically jogging across the monkey bars was now covered with bark chips lying nerve rackingly still under a giant fish bridge. Fortunately, he only almost knocked himself out by miscalculating the height of the bridge when he tried to make a break for it.
We decided to wrap up our friendly game of tag before we had to carry one of us home in a bag!
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