Slip sliding away ...

Wouldn't ya know it - we'd finally got around to putting warm clothes on and locking up the house for an afternoon trip to the playground ... we'd even made dinner so that, when we got back, the cold and hungry children wouldn't be a nightmare - and it rains. Not just a misty oh-well-we'll-just-get-a-bit-wet kind of rain, but the pouring down not-a-snowball's-chance-of-going-to-the-playground kind of rain. Who's ever turned and told expectant, excited 4- and 2-year-olds that their trip to the playground is off? Yeah. Not usually pretty. I had to think, and I had to think fast. Thankfully, I have about 10 years of running holiday programmes and camps up my sleeve ... I dug around in the dusty recesses of my brain-files ... and instructions for an indoor obstacle course were located. I stood in the garage with my mind whirling ... and saw it ... the trestle table. Pictures will tell the rest of the story. Suffice to say, that sometimes the best times with kids are those you don't plan.

The kids weren't the only things sliding down!
Oh me, oh my OSH would have had a field day. No sides on the slide, no barriers, no bark. And look, to prove them right, Leah 'broke her foot'. "My foot Bwoke mum-mum!" I'm a truly fabulous mother ... I took a photo.
Then, to ramp it up a bit we turned the lights off and put some glo-sticks on!! The only thing missing was the disco ball!
Then the tricks started.
Oh yeah, and we had some other stuff to do as well. They just got done once. Nowhere near as exciting as a slide in the living room!