Saturday, March 26, 2005

Chicken


We went to church Friday night. It was kinda a funeral. To talk about the night Jesus died. We told Randy and Meredith they were to be especially good this night. The service was set up so that the lights in the church would be turned off near the end, and the congregation would leave in silence. I told Randy to sit quietly and listen to what was being said.

As Randy and I walked to the car, he quietly asked me, "was I really good tonight?"
"You sure were squirming around a lot tonight.", I answered him.
He smiled, "It's because I was thinking about chicken. Chicken tastes so good."

No comments: