Ok, so it was no Ark.
It wasn't a 450 feet long, 75 feet wide and 45 feet high high masterpiece, crafted by an old dude (Noah was 600, when he built the Ark! ah!) and his children, one named after the best lunch meat on Earth.
But, for some reason, this little project that took merely 1 hour, reminded me of this ever so widely known Bible story.
It was our own little version of Noah's Ark.
A 4 ft x 6 ft, vessel, crafted by a semi-old dude (nowhere near 600, at least) and one of his sons, named after the first male of the Bible and not lunch meat.
They built a....
for our newest soccer star..... (who looks twelve in this photo)
and for this one....who is paralyzed, due to the fear of the dead grass on his feet....
Oh yes, they have built a soccer goal (that is what it's called right?). Because... I am... a SOCCER MOM. Get me a van and call me snobby (ok, I am stereotyping, and I am sorry... but it's funny...laugh with me). Adam has joined soccer. Oh yes. He is going to run amuck on a field with other pre-schoolers. He is going to kick balls into the wrong goal, he is going to run in circles, and he is going to have a blast doing it! I can't wait. Other soccer moms of Ohio, watch out, here I come.... And other soccer players of the greater Columbus area, watch out, because Adam might just score a goal for your team, instead of his!! ;)