We began attending a new church plant in our area a few months ago and have been slowly trying to have each of the leaders and their families over to get to know them better and have some quality time to talk about the church, their understanding of the Bible, and how the two relate.
Last week, we had one of the families over. They have three children, approximately our children’s ages, so the evening went very well. Scott pulled out a DVD of a talent show he participated in (full disclosure of just the sort of character he actually is, I guess!) and everyone had a great time watching it.
Except the two-year-olds.
After the DVD viewing, the older boys DID NOT head down to the basement, only to immediately race back up yelling, “THERE’S A HUGE MESS DOWN THERE! YOU GOTTA SEE IT! IT’S HUUUUUGE!”
We didn’t blow it off as childish hyperbole, and the pastor definitely did not check it out and return upstairs with a white face.
Our two-year-olds had NOT found the zipper opening on our bean-bag chair, opened it, emptied every single styrofoam bean onto the basement floor (along with a bunch of old stuffed animals for bulk), and start throwing it into the air singing “It’s snowing! It’s snowing!”
And I did NOT ask my husband to please take a photo before he shop-vacced them up for my “Not Me! Monday” blog, nor did I ask him to collect the beans for future return to the bean bag. I’m most certainly not in denial about this incident repeating itself ever again.
It did not take my husband over an hour to vacuum up the beans (because he is not extremely thorough – bless him – and our kids did not track them through the entire house in the ensuing five days.)