Missionary Activities

 One time this afternoon, I was sitting in the Steck's house, creating an exam for my fifth grade class. As I was puzzling over how to get the Karen font working in Microsoft word, I heard some voices from behind the house. Hannah Steck soon came from the kitchen and remarked with a knowing smile, "There's somebody back there who wants you! I think you're needed!"

I yelled, "I don't think they need me very badly!" and stayed put.

Because, of course, I knew that it was Sharon, Hannah Powell and Haley waiting outside to ambush me into a water fight.

I don't believe in water fights! I only enjoy being wet if I'm playing in the ocean, or swimming in a pool. Other than that, I do not like being wet. I want to be wet on my own terms, thank you very much! You can't catch me, throw water on me, or throw me into water unless I let you, and I'm not going to do that. Even when I was little, several people at a time couldn't pry me off the railing to throw me into our pool.
 It's one of those stubborn streaks. I'm not going to fight if I don't want to. But if I do want to fight, you're going down.

(actually, I haven't yet figured out how to have a proper play fight. I'm afraid my inner wildcat will come out and I'll end up hurting someone. So "fights" with Raquel  - if you can get me to participate even this much - consist of her cringing and meekly submitting to whatever torture you inflict on her, whether it be death by water or pillow. I hope it's enough of a non-reaction to bore even the most determined fight-starter. Usually, though, I smell danger early on and run away before anyone realizes I know there's going to be a fight.)

So instead of going to the water fight,  I found a rainbow to take a picture of.

But then the girls came and found me. Don't they look innocent?

And although I wasn't super happy about it at first...

I ended up wet like the rest of them

Our lovely bucket helmets

Happily strolling along with a dipper on my head

I asked Sharon, "How old are we, again?" She thought for a minute, "I think I might be...12?"

Ready to have water poured on me

Haley was a little too happy to oblige

As was Sharon...

Then it was Haley's turn

We make our own waterfalls

Sharon's turn

She's so cute!

And Hannah, too

They had fun pouring, and I had fun taking pictures!

And then the day ended with a really weird cloud cover that reflected the sun down in a strange orange glow

So, yes, I suppose missionaries do have fun.
I still think riding on the tailgate of a car is more fun than getting water poured over you, though.
More on that, later!