Right before church this morning, Bryce got his little fingers pinched in the door. Tom decided to stay home with him and ice his fingers and let him nap. I forged ahead with the other kiddies. It wasn't the most reverent of mornings....I took Tom's truck and we played 50's music loudly - with the back cab windows rolled down. I thought I better squeeze some "spirituality" in and briefly turned it down to talk to the kids about how much God loves us because he gave us the grass, the birds, and the trees.
They quickly agreed that they were loved and told me to turn up "1-2-3 O'clock". We pulled into the parking lot and hopped out. All of the sudden I heard a gasp from Karah - and she said,"Um, Mama.....somebody ran over one of Heavenly Father's Birds."
To the right there was a freshly annihilated cardinal. I tried to divert their attention and as we were walking away she said, "That bird was from Mexico". I said, "No, that was a cardinal."
She quickly corrected me. "No, Mommy. It was from Mexico. It was FULL of refried beans!"
Several times throughout the meeting I had to stop myself from bursting into laughter just thinking about it.
Anyone think I should submit that story to "The Friend" magazine?
Maybe you should just start circulating it in an email...eventually it would probably get emailed back to you. It's definitely funny forwarded email material! And who knows, maybe the Friend would like it too.
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