Hopscotch: Blood Sport

(Photo stolen from these guys)

It is foolhardy to try to play outside on a day in which the temperature climbed past 100 by lunch time, but Smedley and Sparky were bored. They took the new white chalk out to the sidewalk and drew a hopscotch court from hazy memories. Two rocks were found to use as markers.

"Do you remember how to play?" Smedley asked her little sister.

"Um," began Sparky. "When it's your turn you take the rock," she guessed, "And throw it at the other person. You ask her how much it hurt, on a scale from one to ten, and that's the number of hops you take."

I can see we're going to have to give Family Game Night another chance. At least the rules reading.

Comments

[Jess a.k.a The Apathetic Parent]

OK, that's so funny.

I recently played four square with Crowbar, my 7 year-old son. I thought it'd be fun, but he had all these crazy rules.

"Shoe shine!" he yelled, then slammed the ball down on my left foot, rendering it unreturnable and banishing me to the D square.

It was awful. And awesome at the same time.

[Rick's Cafe]

Just goes to show you. Youth sports don't need adult umpires, they'll do just fine figuring it out themselves.....eventually.

[Mantel Man]

Sidewalk? What sidewalk? Did you people move to the big city (Orland)? That would explain why the kids are turning to violent crime.

[Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food]

That is AWESOME!

[MommyTime]

I cannot stop laughing. I read this out loud to my husband and to my brother. Now we are all laughing. Thank you.

[Daryl aka Big Apple]

OMG .. I totally snorted .. now I need to find some kleenex ... damn

[Bob Cleveland]

So much for the hopping. I think I can guess where the Scotch comes in.

[Chesapeake Bay Woman]

I love this family.