The Flash Strikes Again!

A few months ago, Danny, Justin, Maceo and Michelle played in a disc golf tournament at Chandler park in Tulsa. Kim, Grant and I tagged along. Before heading out to shop, we hung out at the park with the golfers for a bit and then headed to the nearby play ground to let Grant unwind a bit before the shopping began. Chandler park is a large park and was busy that day with cars, people and flying discs. Grant was the only child on the playground. Kim and I visited as he played. I looked up at one point to see him climbing on the fence. I told him to get down and kept talking to kim. A milisecond later, I looked back up to see Grant blazing a trail across the park. He had already run across a road and was darting out through the middle of the disc golf course. All I could picture in my mind was him getting knocked out cold by a disc or getting hit by a car. I took out after him yelling for him to stop. I heard one dad say "Man that kid needs to be the running back on a football team." I yelled at Grant again "William Grant, stop right now!" Evidently in Grantanese that means "kick it in overdrive" because he glanced over his shoulder at me and ran faster. Thankfully another man took mercy on this poor chunky momma and asked if I wanted him to stop him. I gasped "please". He was able to grab the hood of Grants jacket bringin him to a screaching halt. Needless to say, play time was over. Oh that boy!