Last night I found myself marveling at the diversity of pain in our household. This epiphany was brought on by a sharp pain in my foot as I pattered around in the dark checking on the kids and closing down the house for the day. I thought I had stepped on a Lego piece, yet again, but then I discovered it was Cinderella Barbie's glass slipper that she must have lost as she ran to beat the bedtime clock chimes. It's positive proof that we are an equal opportunity household when it comes to pain inducing toys.
Another example might be a comparison between the obnoxious princess cash register noises and the whine of the remote control monster truck. Or maybe, the screams of children crashing off of the cool rip stick vs. the pink Barbie bike.
Paul also added that it is difficult to determine whether the pain from an unexpected football thrown a little low, or a knee from an exuberant child leaping into his lap registers higher on his pain scale.
Not to be forgotten is the earsplitting pain of the equal and competing volume of four children running laps while playing chase on a Sunday afternoon. (For those of you who thought we spend our Sundays reading scriptures and thinking of kind words to say to each other, you just keep right on thinking that, OK?)
So... it turns out it is not a competition between boys and girls or their toys. The pain competition is between children and parents. I'll let you guess who is on the winning side. However, when it comes to blessings, lessons learned, love received, and joy filled hearts, the parents sweep!
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