Everyone tie a string around your waist. Tie a saltine cracker to the string. Let the saltine cracker hang down on your bum. Everyone roll up a newspaper, run around madly, and try to whack a cracker. The last person with a totally intact cracker WINS.
My cracker is not intact. My cracker got whacked. But I'd say I am a pretty good cracker whacker. Let's play another round sometime. I bout died laughing and so did those girls.
I like my church job. Not Cracker Whacker extraordinaire, but Achievement Days Leader for primary girls ages 8-11. I get to use what I learned in college as a recreation major; basically having fun and planning games. I don't get paid, but it sure is worth it to see a bunch of kids laugh.
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