JY and I walked by parents chalking out a hopscotch pattern on the sidewalk on the way to brunch. It didn't look right. Mind you, I haven't played hopscotch in so long and I don't remember the rules.
I commented on this feeling of not-rightness to JY and he replied that perhaps I was being too rigid and unyielding about how the game was played. Maybe he has a point, it's fine to set whatever rules you want for hopping games on the sidewalk. Hrumph. Nonetheless, whatever that game might be, it wasn't hopscotch. Must be the curmudgeon in my shining through on a fine Memorial Day weekend. "Get off my lawn!"
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