More Sunday Night Antics

We went out to eat tonight with the Sunday School class that could be mistaken for a group of young married couples if it weren't for the likes of us hangin' around. Now that all three of our daughters and their husbands are members of that class Pastor Dad and I really are a couple of hangers-on or whatever it is they call delusional folks who think they are forever young. Remember when we first met - you the reader and me the blogger - back in October? It was when I related a story about just such an event as this one. See here if you need a reminder. It's okay. Old folks like us need reminders once in awhile. I'll wait while you go refresh your memory.

Are you back now? Great!

Well, tonight's post is a combination of that story and the ones I sometimes tell about the funny sayings of our middle granddaughter, Tigger.

At tonight's class activity - which also took place at a local casual restaurant due to the fact that not only do young married couples tend to need large open places for fellowship, but they also have numerous children to feed - there was a family with a small boy the same age as Tigger. As Pastor Dad was paying our bill the little guy was standing near the cash register. He evidently had lost sight of his parents. Not to worry! There was Pastor Dad, someone he instantly recognized, standing right there next to him. The only problem was that the little fellow didn't know Pastor Dad's name. Thinking quickly, he looked up and yelled, "Hey! Church Guy! Where's my mother?"

If Pastor Dad didn't already have a perfectly good blog moniker I'd be sorely tempted.