Preschool Pick-up Lines June 24, 2008

When I was in Blockbuster the other day, I overheard a funny conversation.  It started with a girl about 3 years old.  Somehow kids know that I’m the type of person that will make funny faces at them, and this little girl kept popping out of her aisle to see if I would smile or do something silly.  I did.  Then I walked passed her, and a little boy led his mom around the corner.  The mom was saying, “What is it, honey?  Oh, you want to talk to the little girl?  Well, say hi to her.”  The little boy had obviously been smitten by her feminine wiles before I encountered her.  He stood there, opening and closing his hand in nervousness.  You could almost read the thoughts on his face, “What do I say?  What do I say?  I want her to like me.”  Finally, after much suspense, he formulated a sentence. 

“Do you know what two plus one is?  It’s three.”

The little girl laughed, held up three fingers, and said, “Three.”

Clearly this was the exact response the little boy was looking for because he laughed, did a little dance, and ran away.

 

A Small Confession June 12, 2008

This is something that has been bothering me since August when I moved here.  When I arrived, I wanted to get all my ducks in a row as quickly as possible.  As this is not normal for me, I took advantage of it and went to the DMV to get everything changed over to my new address and my new life.  When I finally had all the paperwork I needed, I stepped up to the counter, and the clerk asked me:

  or   ?

Maybe I was feeling nostalgic.  When I lived in Connecticut or Georgia, I would get excited when I saw a bright green Palmetto tree on someone’s tag because I missed living here.  Maybe I thought they were secretly going to charge me extra if I chose the holier license plate.  Whatever the reason, I said,

“Smiling Faces, Beautiful Places, please.”

As soon as I walked out of the office with my new license plate in hand, I began to panic about my decision.  “Oh, no, what if the people at my church think that I don’t trust in God?  They know I just moved here.  They know I could have picked ‘In God We Trust,’ but I didn’t.  What if they hate me?  What if they ask me why I did it?  What if I lose my job?  It’s too late.  I’ve already chosen.  Now I have to live with it.”

I don’t know if it was a reaction to my regret or mere laziness, but the plate stayed in my backseat for months before I actually put it on my car.

Needless to say, no one has approached me about this issue.  I just wanted to clear the air, and speak to anyone out there that might have been wondering.  I do trust in God, even though my license plate doesn’t say so.

Incriminating Evidence. . . June 4, 2008

. . .or here’s what I did last night:

    

Yes, it’s Vicky’s birthday, and Amy and I felt inspired to show her how special she is!  She is one of my fearless KidsPointe leaders, and she has no problem acting crazy for the kids (and the Lord).  Happy birthday!  And thanks to my accomplice.