Botox Anyone?

Yesterday we had park day with our homeschool group.
It was cloudy, but so wonderful. There was a breeze, it was so nice.

I was supposed to be meeting a couple of ladies who want to join our group.

I told the boys to take some kind of sports equipment so they wouldn't be buzzing around me and nagging me to leave.

There were a couple of families at the park with small children.

My boys tumble out of the car, bat and gloves in hand. Instantly, the bat became a weapon, meant for violence and destruction. I took it away. They began chasing each other, in and around the playscape where all the small children are playing happily and innocently. I ran them off.

The first visitor showed up. She admitted to me that she was nervous about meeting us. That she'd told her boys (7 and 3) they better behave and not have any gun play. I grinned, "They'll fit right in."

So my boys put on a little folkstyle wrestling show. I stopped them.

Some of our moms showed up, the other visitor showed up.
Two of the kids came with baseball equipment. Everyone go play ball. Whew! I think, a break!

"Uh, Christy..." I follow the pointing finger. My boys are on top of the backstop. I walk halfway across the park and gesture wildly for them to get down.

Minutes later. "Uh Christy..." Not again...sigh... Now they are on top of the dug out.

Why?Is?This?Happening?

I walked all the way across the park. "If this isn't acceptable at home..." You know the rest. Including , "I dunno..."

Is this a test for the whole goodness vs. Godliness lesson?

I'm going to need some botox for the ditch that's being created between my eyebrows.