We have had an eventful month at our house. I have lots to say, but it seems that every time I start writing, I just start flinging word-poo rants all over the place.
For now, we’ll just start with “It’s Sunday!”
Brian and I forgot to pack any sort of entertainment in the diaper bag. Whoops. Gus, who is the 11-month-old Usain Bolt, happily ran laps in the back of the gym during a talk on reverence. His little strides were muffled by tiny shoes, so I let him run free, grinning, and proud.
During the 4th lap, I reminisced on other situations of irreverence. My fondest was a game some guys in my church would play when we were teenagers. It’s not totally appropriate for church meetings, but it IS silent, so…
-Sit behind a woman with long-ish hair.
-Each player (3-4 is ideal),one at a time, takes a turn pulling a strand of hair that looks unattached to the woman’s head. You know how girls have hair floaties all over the place.
-Whichever player pulls a hair that is not a straggler, and indeed, still growing healthily out of the woman’s scalp, loses. She’ll turn around when she feels her hair being plucked, and eye contact and a smile from the loser is key in the game. So much shame, so much immaturity, so much high school fun.