How Much Fun?
Day two hundred sixty-six/365. We had the banquet room of a nice restaurant. Thirteen-year-olds, ready to join the church through confirmation, were seated with their parents and their mentors. The only order of business was to go over the ritual with which they will join the church during next week's worship service. We did accomplish that. The rest of the time was reserved for getting to know each other.
The commotion started when one of the parents began coloring on the newsprint stretched across the table for that purpose. Giggling erupted, things escalated, and pretty soon, we were making plenty of noise! There were fifteen of us, but of course, our end of the table, the end with the coloring parent, was producing the most sound. The thirteen-year-olds were well behaved compared to the adults.
By the time the sheet cake was cut and people who received pieces with flowers made of blue icing were smiling with blue teeth, we'd lost all control.
I don't think we disturbed anyone else in the restaurant. But, how much fun is too much? I haven't laughed so hard in a very long time.