At 4:33, this fellow arrived:
In a bad British Accent he said: "I'm Peter Pan and I'm here to take you to Neverland." Lynn had written clues which Tinkerbell directed the kids to. (Tinkerbell was a technological spectacle achieved with a flashlight and small tamborine. She flitted about the walls and ceiling jingling and then lighted on the clues eventually.)
Each clue had to be solved to direct J & A to another friend's house in a pixie dust sprinkled MiniVan. By the time we had a caravan of three minivans, one hatchback and 13 kids, half of whom could not effectively buckle their own seatbelt, we wondered if we would ever arrive back in neverland.
We did. Before we could enter, though the lost boys and girls had to make two nefarious and dreadful pirates (see below) laugh. The entire entourage was freezing and becoming impatient with the stoic pirates, when, fortunately, the pirates demonstrated that Neverland Pirates were rhetorically sensitive pirates, and we all flooded in. Chili, potato soup, Mac & Cheese (NOT the boxed variety), a Cheetah cake and ice cream made for a fun enough Neverland. And three screamingly fun filled hours later we lay on couches like dishrags happy to still be alive at the end of yet another birthday celebration....
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What a beautiful little night for those two. I'm sure they were charged with the magic of Neverland... I'm so glad that tale is staying alive. It's one of those stories that should just never die. Andrew and Lynn, you guys are amazing people, and I'm encouraged by your love, and the amount of intentionality and energy you put into it. Keep going, you two look more like Christ every day.
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