I am absolutely pooped.
Watching Luke run around for 3 hours darting in and around all the other kids while they "dance" was really hard work. Okay, he kinda danced a bit. Well, when he saw older boys (probably 5 yr olds) trying to "breakdance" (for want of a better name) he copied them, and indeed made his own variation when he decided to do some push-ups too (his version of push-ups are missionary pelvic thrusts so.....ahem!)
Despite his high risk strategy (remember the running mentioned above) he escaped with half a dozen minor bumps, a cut lip and hopefully no loss of teeth. That last bit (the lip and the teeth) were actually caused when he wasn't moving. 3 girls were holding hands and spinning around when the back of a head smashed into Luke's face. My poor little tiger, not known for crying (except on purpose) turned to me with tears streaking down his face. Before that incident he was mega cautious about all the other "dancers" and didn't want to dance, but after some hugs he spotted one of his little mates and went nuts! Only stopping occasionally to rub his tired eyes...
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