Knockerball

One Fall Sunday afternoon, we suited the children up in large balls and sent them out to play soccer and various field games at the park near our house.

 

Hilarity ensued.  But not before we had to drag them all there because they were convinced they didn't want to do it. 

 

It didn't take them long to figure out they were wrong.

 

And then there were smiles.

 

And then we became comfortable there, and began attacking outside of our knockerball outfits.

And, so we knew, as usual, we were done.