The family I nanny for had the sad task of deciding to put their dog to sleep last week after her valiant battle with cancer. When explaining to their four year old that their dog had died, she replied, “But that’s ok, because in 3 days they’ll roll the stone away and she’ll rise from the dead!”
Apparently we’ve been hitting the Easter stories a little too hard.
During a Skype conversation with my parents over the weekend my dad mentioned that someone he knew was looking for advice about going into full-time ministry. Having spent over 20 years in full-time ministry, my dad had a few thoughts to share, one of them being a precautionary tale about the financial toll on a family. Then my mom chimed in:
“Yeah but it’d be harder for them because they have kids.”
My dad looked at her, paused, looked at me and then asked, “…who do you think we’re talking to right now?”
To which my mom replied, “Oh, well it’s just Beka.”
Which either means I’m extraordinarily low-maintenance as offspring or extraordinarily forgettable as offspring. One way or the other, I think this can definitely be used as blackmail for the future.
(I love these stories. And these people. And my life.)