Pegged

One can never be sure that when one puts a group of children of different ages, different genders, different cultures together that they will get along.

Even if they are related to one another.

My kids had not met their cousins before.  

But within minutes of meeting one another they were off and chatting.


3 girls.  3 boys.

Lindsay (16), David (14), Callan (13), Shane (13), Ira (11) and Eamon (7).

It was lovely to see them bond, to see the relationships develop.

And then the "Peg-scapade" began. 

We blame David.

But somehow a peg got attached to someone.  


They discovered the peg.  

Then they had to surreptitiously get the peg on to someone else.  

And so the game went on.

And on.

At some point Adults started being pegged.

Someone was always asking...where is the peg? Who has the peg?

We visited friends - we had been there a few minutes when they exclaimed there was a peg on the floor ..... how odd?   

Until we realized it had likely fallen off one of us.

In the middle of the Christmas church service when Lindsay looked down to see a peg on her sweater.

The peg went to the mountains and to the beach..... at one point it multiplied into two but we put a stop to that.

At the airport when the great goodbye had to happen - that moment when one family walks away from another...... hearts sore..... we were almost all the way along to the end of the concourse, we turned and waved one last time.......

As a perfectly timed peg fell to the ground at my feet.  

The McLuckies cheered.... 
The Byres shook their fists...... 

A final moment of laughter (possibly through some tears).

 

We were out played..... we concede to the African cousins and their superior pegging.

A point further driven home when we opened our suitcases in Frankfurt to find a surprising number of pegs in all our suitcases.  

While it may be tough to revenge this one.... to the Mc's and Shane we say - sleep with one eye open cousins..... you never know when the peg will be back!