A few days before Thanksgiving, our Community Center hosted a "Turkey Trot". The kids listened to a Thanksgiving story, and then played a game "kind of like tag" they said.
This game would probably never be allowed in schools these days for this age group. (I mean..they've completely done away with Red Rover.) In this game, one person is the "turkey". He hides in a tunnel, and when the lady in charge says "go!", all the other kids run as fast as they can to try and tag the turkey. The little turkey hat was freaking me out first off (potential lice...blahh!!), and the fact that all these kids were going to try and pummel my kid was also a little unnerving. I did really well, though, letting them be and do their thing. (They had a blast, of course.)
Charlie was up first, and as you can see ^, he made it back to base without anyone tagging him. He took the game very seriously, and was so excited about everything.
Walker was the turkey a few kids later, and I have to tell you...I was so nervous about my little baby being chased after by these big kids. The lady said, "go!", and just as I was thinking, the big kids backed Walker into a corner.
Charlie ran up to all those kids, pulled them away from Walker, and said "get away from my brother!" It was one of the best things I've ever witnessed.
I hope they're always each others' superheroes. I do love these boys of mine.