Saturday, June 07, 2008

Kneepads, Worth Their Weight in Gold

I felt pretty goofy, tugging on the old kneepads that I'd bought years ago for hip hop dance classes, but five minutes later, there was no amount of money that you could have paid me in exchange for them, as I crawled after Q-ster in the big indoor climbing/crawling adventure playground. I have a nice set of matching bruises on my shins from a slip exiting a tunnel into the ball pit, but my knees? They are fine.

1 comment:

kittenpie said...

Wow, look at you, all clambering around so soon after Little Guy's arrival! Colour me impressed!