I’m trying to find my inner child as I ready myself to man the kickball game at my oldest son’s school.
My inner child is hiding.
She’s somewhere, deep inside, screaming at me for volunteering to be one of those moms today. Usually, Fishdog is the school parent. But something came over me when I saw KICKBALL. My inner child was not in hiding that day. She was jumping up and down saying, “Remember how we ruled at kickball in 6th grade? Kickball! Kickball! Kickball!”
And before I knew what was happening, I had signed up.
So, I’ll be kickin’ it 6th grade style on the kickball field today. Y’all pray for me or send me pink lights or something. I’m gonna need it.
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 
Enjoy yourself, Mel.
I bet your inner child is raring to go but you’re not letting her out to play. š
Happy kicking!
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Sounds like fun! My inner child is offering to help find your inner child if she can play, too.
Have a great time!
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wow. At first I thought I’d read “send me some pink tights or something.” Pink light, coming your way babe. (have fun!)
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Go, have fun, and embrace your inner child! You’re a good mom. š
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I have no idea what “pink lights” represent.
So, instead, can I send you a triple scoop hot fudge sundae with lots of whipped cream and you don’t have to share?
After Kickball you’ll have worked up an appetite!
Hope you had a great game!
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What’s an inner child? If that’s my Muse, she’s gone AWOL again. *sigh*
Monica
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ha!
kickball.
and i had to foookin work.
damn that paycheck!
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