My introduction to the two new livewires at kids' club started on the playground. I wandered out there in hopes of, you know, hanging out and stuff. Well, it wasn't long before I met Klara and Chloe. Sisters, 15 months apart. And Chloe promptly informed me that whatever she does, it's because she's already seen Klara do it.

"You're a monkey," I told Klara as she tried to emulate me climbing up the playset.

"Oh no I'm not. I'm an elephant!" she replied without obvious embarrassment.

She didn't look much like an elephant to me, I told her. She was blonde, thin, and with the normal stature of a seven year-old. Not large, cumbersome, gray, or with large ears and long trunk. (Kinda' like the old joke: What do a grape and an elephant have in common? They're both purple except for the elephant.)

Towards the end of the evening we generally have food, and this time was no different. Pizza, chips, whoopie pies, and pop. Yes I know this is a coronary waiting to happen, but they're still young. ;-)

Well these girls must have gotten a hold of something that "wired" them, because next thing we knew they were chasing Mr. Tim all over the basement. Unfortunately, Klara laid hands on his cell phone and made off with it. She was busily engaged with her new toy when . . . it rang. So she immediately returned with the ringing phone while saying something about "Ron Miller calling". That would have been Mr. Ron's method for the return of the phone.

Later Chloe would somehow find Mr. Tim's wallet and be running around the basement clutching $59 in cash. Kids' clubs and valuables: How well do they mix?

Probably about as well as "wired" kids and sugar.