Mustaches Make Me Giggle

Have you ever been to the playground? It’s an amazing place that stands to witness who we are truly meant to be. It has been years since I’ve engaged in the cultural practice of playground-dom; but it seems to me that the standard expectation is that we are all friends. When there are fewer than five children on the playground, everyone is a player in very complicated varieties of tag or hide-and-go-seek. The rules of these hybrid games are of course, made up as you go along and might change from player to player. Additionally, even if, on the surface it looks as though a single child or a couple of children are doing their own thing, they still consider themselves, and are considered by others, to be a player. When there are several children playing several different ways, there is an unspoken, open invitation to all present players and to new comers; “Come play with us.” If a knee is skinned, or a sandcastle is wrecked, at least one, if not more of the players will stop to demonstrate sincere compassion and understanding. When there is an altercation, even the biggest “Stupid Head” is soon forgiven and the offense is instantly forgotten. Bugs are cool, mustaches are hilarious and my ball is your ball. It’s both humbling and enlightening. The world is still a magical place full of wonder. Make new friends, be compassionate, don’t hold grudges, share your toys and laugh. It’s better that way.