Wednesday, August 18, 2010


   Last night my two youngest wrangled the whole family into the living room to watch a play they had "written" and "produced"  It was an interesting story- starting out with a teacher and a student doing school together.  Then things turned dangerous as the student unexpectedly revealed her hidden identity as a pirate.  The play concluded  in gruesome manner when the pirate slayed the teacher and stood victoriously over her instructor's body, waving her sword over her head.  At last, we all clapped wildly in praise of their literary genius, and the two actors bowed triumphantly. But that was not the end of the show... When the applause died down, the older one looked at the younger and said, "OK. Get your microphone.  Now lets sing some worship music."