My kids wanted to go see a country concert last night. I agreed we should go. How could I not go, my kids wanted me to go with them. Soon they might not. I was on the phone and mentioned the concert to my brother.
I said “we are going to see a concert tonight, Angelina Ballerina”
My daughter said “it’s Kelsea Ballerini. Angelina Ballerina is a child’s book. About a mouse”
I laughed and said “Whoops. It’s kinda close, sort of”.
She said “Nope. Not one bit” but I saw her smile, even though she tried not to.
I had a stack of records I just took out of a box. My cat came over and sniffed them. Then he bit the corner of the record cover off and walked away. My daughter said “Looks like he has a taste for 80’s rock”
As long as I’m posting about church I couldn’t resist sharing this.
A friend of mine spent the summer caring for mentally disabled adults. He loved his job and was a brilliant caretaker. He would bring the two men to church on Sunday afternoons and he invited me to join them.
They loved to come and sing and clap and eat donuts. One Sunday after the band finished a song one of the guys yelled out, now sing “Roll Out The Barrel” and much to my surprise the band played it and the whole congregation sang it.
I still smile at the memory.