The best part about being a parent is being able to be a kid again.  Playing silly board games, sledding, snowball fights, blowing bubbles, you get the picture.

The kids have been begging to go play tennis.  I know nothing about tennis - we don’t have the equipment - but Wal-*Mart sells what you need - so we buy 4 cheap racquet’s and a bag of tennis balls.  But heck - we’ll just hit the ball back and forth - not worry about keeping score - we’ll get to that later.  Today we’ll have FUN.  I play it with them on the Wii - which is easy when you are sitting on the couch.  So how hard could it be to actually play on a court?  kids in the neighborhood do it all the time- and I walk - so it’s not like I’m completely out of shape.

Yeah, right.  I AM a SHAPE - it’s called round, and I have no business being on a tennis court.  But the kids had fun, we just hit the ball to them, and they tried to hit it back.  A lot of time spent chasing balls, but the kids were smiling the whole time, that’s all that matters.

Oh my aching body.

Somebody shoot me now.