Yesterday afternoon saw our first play street of the school year. It started off like any other play sessions. We had some lovely sunshine …
… and a facepainter provided an extra subversive element, by churning out a steady supply of pirates.
There was the usual variety of wheeled vehicles.
Some were improvised…
…others were more conventional (except there was a puppy stuffed into the front of one bike and ring-tailed lemur on the back of the other, but, well – whatever).
An epic – and purely decorative, non-competitive – game of noughts and crosses started up in one parking space:
while further up the road some older boys used another parking space as part of their game of ‘Kings’. I’ve never understood the rules, but it was seriously engrossing for the players (and the referee dad, who was sacrificing a world cup game to coach this lot)
As usual, play had to be suspended and the road cleared roughly every five to ten minutes for residents’ cars to be walked in and out. We’re all used to it and the kids just surge back into the space after the car has passed (although some children have developed a worrying habit of standing in front of an approaching car shouting, ‘I’m roadkill!’ before darting to the pavement. It does look kind of fun if I’m honest).
But this time, on three occasions a car tried to park in the spot to the right of this picture, which is where the ball tended to roll to in their game. So Referee Dad took to pleading with the drivers – ‘Do you think you could possibly park a little further on? We’re playing a game’ – and each time the driver would oblige, to applause from the players.
It was very surreal. Play was taking priority over parking.
Back at the noughts and crosses, a car tried to park RIGHT ON TOP OF IT. But this driver had reckoned without the pirates. You should have seen it – a whole tonne of car backing nervously away from a frantically waving four-year-old with an eye patch, and finding somewhere else to park.
Because isn’t this a much better use of a parking space?
Kids, or cars. Kids, or cars… Hmm. I think I’ll take the kids. Every time.