Today in church, my nephew was being restless during the sacrament. His mom was whispering to him when he said loudly, "I don't want to be like Jesus! You be Jesus!"
My 9 year old son broke his clavicle. Skateboarding? Riding his bike? Touch/tackle football? No. He was walking along the path in the park and fell down a hill. I told him that for a broken collar bone he needed a better story than that.
At IKEA we've started serving meatballs to employees as a training exercise. Gotta love the lingonberry sauce!
For my North Carolina fan club: So Happy Together is sung by The Turtles--sorry I didn't know.
Coming up: May Day is on Tuesday--and don't forget to eat Mexican food on Cinco de Mayo
2 comments:
OW!! So what does one do for a broken clavicle? Sling?
Oh, thanks for the reminder. I'll take my kids to Cafe Rio that night.
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