"You're Frozen!"

Alright, so I literally have the greatest job in the world. I get to play with kids all day long. We play dodgeball, soccer, lava monster... we do crafts, we play "monster" and we have circle time. We do relay races and make masks and tie dye paper plates. We do the funnest stuff. This all sounds fun, but the fun really begins when you start a game of freeze tag.

I am a competitive person.

It doesn't matter if it is seeing who cut the tomato fastest, or who is going to win the world cup. It doesn't matter if I am playing a game of UNO or if I am vigorously flipping through scriptures to be the first one to find the assigned reading. It doesn't matter if I am playing the alphabet game in a long car ride or if I am seeing who can kick a ball the furthest.

 I will do everything in my power to win.

Even if it means breaking my pinky.

Do you think its broken?

I was put in charge of migrating the children to a different playground and watching over them. I proceeded to begin a game of freeze tag. I got as many kids who wanted to play, and I started as the tagger. My eyes swept over the stairs, analyzing how fast I could leap up them and which child I could tag. My eyes wandered to the fireman's pole. I could jump up to the platform and use an arm to lift myself up. If I did that, the kids would be trapped. I could tag them all and move on to the next group of frightened children. (Man I love my job). I continued on yelling "ohhhhhhh you're FROZEN!" to every child that I tagged. At this point, my maturity was that of a pre-pubescent boy. After a few minutes of freezing every child- I decided to change who the freezer was. 

This is how it all started. 

I ran. I ran fast. I was NOT going to get tagged. 

I made a decision. 

I ran up the swirly slide, trying to find a place to catch my breath... but as I came around that corner I saw the face of the vicious tagger. I turned around and slid down the slide as fast as I could. I put my hands down to launch off and then crack!!!!!!! There was an excruciating pain in my hand. I knew I had broken something and for a moment I thought my hand had been amputated. (Just kidding... kind of)

 I looked at my hand and my pinky finger (the lamest place to receive an injury) was already deformed and swollen. Alas, I called my boss, I drove to urgent care- got x-rays, found out it was broken and got a splint. 

What did I learn from this experience? Sometimes you got to get hurt to win. 

The doctor thought it was a sprain... but we got x-rays just in case. 

Did I get tagged? Absolutely not. It was all worth it. Sure, I can barely type, and I can only play the piano with four fingers. Sure, it hurts to wash my hair. Yes, I have almost stabbed some kids with my pinky splint-- but I did NOT get tagged and that's all that matters.