Wednesday, May 30, 2012

No One But Daddy Will Do

This afternoon, after Large Fry's counseling appointment, I drove us over to pick up Hubby and the twin Fries.

Hubby is pretty booked solid in June, so it's shaping up to be a really busy month for him.  He has lots of stuff going on, not the least of which is a ten-day mission trip with the youth group.  He's been scheduling interviews for the kids who want to go on the trip, and he had an interview both before and after youth group tonight.

So, when I picked Hubby and the twins up a little after 5 this afternoon, it was just so that we could go home, drop us off, and Hubby was going to head back to the church.

This did not sit well with the twins.

Who, incidentally, did not nap while at preschool today.

"I don't like you having to wowrk!" Medium wailed.  "Why do you always hafta wowrk?"

"Because there's lots of people in this community who don't know about Jesus, and I need to teach them about him," Hubby said gently.

With the indignity that only a five-year-old can muster, Medium complained, "What about PeeJay?  Can't he teach?"

I muffled a smile.

It would do no good to explain that PeeJay, the senior pastor and Hubby's boss, already does that.

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