Even before the night began however, there was a fire alarm that went off. Well, it actually went off twenty minutes after the disco officially started but anyway. This meant stopping children who had just got into their 'groove' and herding (yes, like cattle) them out the door. However, once we were out the door the Firetrucks arrived so we had to herd them around the corridor and into the courtyard. What you have to realise is that there is a door that goes directly from the room the disco was in to that very same courtyard. Basically, we herded the children out, then around the front and back to the courtyard when we could have just used the door. It was a whole bunch of fun. It turns out the fire alarm was just some silly kid who 'accidentally' (even though the button is pretty high so it would be hard to accidentally press it) pressed the button. After this though the night ran pretty smoothly and I spent the last thirty to forty minutes on Jumping Castle duty. This meant counting ten kids in, waiting four minutes and then counting ten kids out. It seems pretty simple but it is not. Some kids kept wanting to sit on the steps in front of the entrance and we had to keep moving them along in case someone came flying out and kicked them in the head. However, one girl was adamant that nothing would happen to her and she would not budge. As fate would have it, a few seconds later a kids legs come shooting out of the entrance and kick her in the head. The little promptly runs of crying. You may be sensing a tone of enjoyment but do not get me wrong here, I was not enjoying a little girl getting kicked in the head. It was just a bit of fate. However, about a minute later that same girl comes back and sits in the same spot again. Guess what happens. Another kids legs come out of the entrance (what were they even doing in there?) and the little girl came out crying again. It was a lot of fun, not. However, when it was her turn to go in guess who came out a few seconds later crying because she had been "jumped on"? You guessed it, that little girl. Oh, the joys of being on Jumping Castle Duty. All in all though, the night was a lot of fun (even though I spent most of it walking aimlessly around cleaning up dropped soft drink or slushie. Aside from hyperactive and adamant children there were also many tantrums. Most of which were over not getting a slushie. Does it not annoy anyone else how good children are at throwing tantrums and getting away with it? Does it not make you want to throw a tantrum?
Seriously though, sometimes you do not know what you have got until it is gone. See you tomorrow!
