When Tom and I first got married, we went to a little church called The Rose Of Sharon. It met in a shopping center strip storefront.
One Sunday morning, we had some new folks join the worship service with us, a Doctor and his wife. Chris was about four- certainly not more than five years old. He kept turning around in his chair and staring at the couple.
I turned Chris to face the front several times, but during one lull in the singing, Chris gestured for the Doctor to listen to him.
The man bent over to hear what Chris had to say, and since it was a quiet moment, the entire church heard Chris ask: "You know what, Mister?"
"What?"
"You have got a GREAT, BIG NOSE."
Oh yeah. My kids.
I was hoping to find a hole to swallow me up in my mortification.
The Doctor roared with laughter- which was great, because there were titterings all over the room. The Doc and his wife became great friends with us- they thought Chris and Bill were just the greatest kids they had ever met. (Despite their lack of good manners).
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And He still hasn't changed...if it's on his mind, he's gonna tell you about it.
ROFL, that was hilarious! So glad he had a good sense of humor.
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