The kids talked me into the beach today despite my feeling slow and quite hung-over. (Oh, don’t get all scandalized. I’m talking about sleep deprivation due to staying up for Nastia’s win last night. That’s all!)
“Fine,” I told them. “But you’re in charge of swimsuits, towels, and sandals. Got it? And you have to get the little girls out to the van and buckled.”
They were ready and waiting in five minutes flat. Dang, I like that extrinsic motivation stuff!
As we were speeding down a suburban road, we passed a familiar red brick building.
“There’s a Catholic church, kids!” I hollered.
They know the drill. Murmurs of “Hello, Jesus!” and “I love You, Jesus!” filled the van.
Except for Angela, who called out, “Goodbye, Jesus! We’re going to the beach now.”
She paused, then added, “He said, ‘Okay.’”
Perhaps next time she’ll invite Him with?
Ad Jesum per Mariam,
ROFL!!!!!!
LOL! Next time He would say, "I'd love to!" probably. He must have stayed up watching Nastia's win last night too, I bet! 🙂
Mom & Wife from CT
I love it! I bet He did whisper in her ear. He’s like that sometimes…
What a terrific story! I do believe Jesus hung out at the beach quite a bit himself.
Your Evangelical Protestant — but I’m sure we can still be friends 😉 — Minnesota sister!
Oh my goodness! I just burst out laughing! LOL
That Angela is something else. 😉
Oh, I love it. That reminds me of the time we drove past a church, called out, “I love you, Jesus!” and Betsy (about five years old at the time) said, “Listen! Did you hear that? He said, ‘I love you, too.'” 🙂 Hug your sweet girl for me.