The doorbell rang. I answered. This is what I found. What is it? Did someone leave me a gift? Is it hand-me-down clothes for the girls? Is it a secret Santa? Perhaps it is what it looks like, garbage. Weird. I reach down and place a hand on the tops of each bag. Hmmmm... knobby. Each hand runs over a face. One of the bags giggles. "I guess I'd better get this garbage out to the cans." I remark to myself. I try to pick up the bag but 11 year old girls are WAY too heavy. The bags giggle uncontrollably and then try to run away. I lift off the Hefty and find some of my primary girls, with another giggling in the bushes. I hold them tight, laugh with them, kiss the tops of their little heads and send them on their way. A gift of self!
too funny!
ReplyDeleteHow fun. A gift to remember.
ReplyDeleteThis is so cute and I'm loving your blog (now that I finally added you to my sidebar on my blog, took me long enough *S*). What a fun leader you are for those girls!
ReplyDeleteThat is hilarious!
ReplyDeleteThat is hilarious!
ReplyDeleteo, to be that age again and to do silly things like that! but, o, to have someone to appreciate the clever-ness of youthful minds!
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