Tumblvangelism and fleabladders
God gave little girls wonderfully large, creative, sharp brains. I think he may have lost a bit of interest in the design when he gave them the bladder of a flea. Beka went potty before we left for tumbling class. We tried to go again right before class … and nada. Right in the middle of the class, she raised her hand so she could tell her teacher, “Did you know that Jesus made this whole world all by himself?” After class, I implored her to try the potty again, but no dice.
On the way home, we stopped at the Culver’s drive through. They’re on my good list by the way. I was asked if I wanted each and every item on my burger as well asked if I wanted ice in my soda and salt packets for my fries. Yes, SALT PACKETS!!! I can’t remember the last time that has happened. Anyway, we’re sitting there waiting to get our food and guess who starts doing the wiggle dance in her seat.
I get the food and head for home. As we’re waiting at a red light, a funeral procession comes through. Meanwhile, my daughter is still doing the seated mamba. Now comes the moral dilemma. Do I stay behind the funeral procession and show respect the dead, or do I pass them in the left lane and show respect to my car. Thinking that I don’t want to be driving to work for the next 6 months inside a port-o-john ford car, I choose to pass. The dead can wait, my daughter can’t.
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I can already tell I’ll be stopping by here frequently. Whatever else we might share, Sarah and I have learned so much from just watching you guys interact with and parent your kids.
Blessings…
Comment by Adam — July 17, 2005 @ 9:44 am