Last week, my husband's firm hosted his staff and their families for a night out at the ball park. The Washington Nationals played against the Baltimore Orioles. O was invited to bring her two friends, Mimi and Lina.
After filling themselves full of chicken nuggets, french fries, hot dogs and cotton candy they started to take interest in the game, especially the "fan-cam." Each time it would say make some noise, the girls would scream, dance and wave to get on the jumbotron. No luck. Around the 8th inning one of our friends bought them ice cream bars as a conciliation prize.
Our family has a silly game we play with any kind of food, but especially ice cream. O's daddy tells her it smells funny and asks her to smell it, O smells it and the ice cream gets all over her nose.
O decided to do this to Lina who in turn did it to Mimi, and before we knew it the girls were giggling while painting their faces with ice cream in hopes of getting on the "fan-cam." It was all in good fun, but to no avail. The gal sitting in front of us told me she so wished she could be a kid again. It was a beautiful moment that unfortunately the fan-cam" did not catch.
After wiping their faces, Mimi jumped up with her eyes wide opened like she had just seen a ghost yelled, "Ms. Tasha, Jesus is up at bat. Look at the screen it says Jesus is batting. Ms. Tasha is that really Jesus? That's so cool. I saw Jesus tonight".
How do I break it to her that Jesus is actually pronounced (Heh-soos) and his last name is Flores and he is not the man who Christians believe turned water into wine (one of my favorite biblical stories)? Kindergarten SUCKS!
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