If you’re wanting to read about Zumba, you’ll have to come back tomorrow. Something happened on Saturday that has to go in this slot today. It’s not just that I donated a pint of my blood, but what happened while I was there.
That was the day of the great cookie exchange. The gals get together at church in the morning and bake cookies and then swap with one another. Some of them bring in soup for lunch and Michigan Blood brings out their mobile unit.
Our friend, Shirley, told me earlier that she would be bringing beef and barley soup and I better show up and have some. And I did. After donating blood, I went inside and had some of Shirley’s magnificent soup. Sylvia was behind me in the mobile unit and she hadn’t come in when I had finished my lunch.
I went out to check on her. That’s when the fun began. A young lad had come in with his dad. While I was donating we were winking and grinning and making faces at each other. When I went back in, he was sitting right beside where I stood. We talked a bit. He asked me why my hands shook so much. I said, “That’s because I’m an old man.” He responded, “Why?” How do you answer that question?
Time to change the subject. “How old are you?” I asked. He said, “Five.” Ellen, our pastor’s wife, asked if he was in kindergarten. He is. She then said, “I used to teach kindergarten.” He wasn’t sure how to respond.
So I asked him, “How long have you been five?” He thought for a couple of moments and then replied, “For about seven years now.”
How do you top that? I can’t and won’t try. I should have done it his way.
I love kids around that age–you can joke with them and they are a riot.
I used to be a reading coach at the school my kids went to. I lived for those days when I would go in and read to the kids–most of them didn’t have an adult that a) spent one on one time with them or b) joked with them. We always started off the year kinda slow until they learned that I was fun and we could joke together. I always cried at the end of the year Reading Coach thank-you party–I was the one thanking the kids for a great year.
I still see some of those kids now and they always remember our time together. 🙂
They really are neat. WTG Lin. I’ll bet you were the best Reading Coach on the team. :up:
Isn’t it neat to see those used-to-be youngsters and see what fine adults they’ve become? Before we moved back to Michigan, we would sometimes see some of Sylvia’s former students. I couldn’t help but see the love they had for her. 8)
Very good! I think he will be the grad school teacher or the politician some day. I’m sure he was off balance because of the idea that there could be other kindergarten teachers in the world. That’s probably a concept he hadn’t thought about. Beef barley soup sounds great! I’m working my way through a pot of chicken vegetable, the last hurrah of the T-day chicken.
He is one cute kid. Clever too. Shirley’s soup was lightly salted, and for that reason it was particularly good. We don’t do chicken or turkey here, but your soup sounds good too. 😀
Yes, I have filed your poultry issue in my brain just in case I ever plan a meal that involves you.
Shark
Thanks friend. You are really swell! :up:
It does seem that he has the right idea.
Your Saturday was well-spent!
Thanks, I think so too. (Lev 17:11)
Sweet story. I think you should work on a answer to that last why!!! 🙂
I do know why. It was inevitable–if I lived long enough. Or are you talking about the quaking hands and not about being an old man. 😉 I know that answer to too. It
runsgallops in our family. Nothing to worry about. Just to live with it 8)I have a five-yr.old, and oh boy some of the things that come out of his mouth. 🙂
Five is a very good age. 🙂
Yes, it is. The only problem with five-yr-olds is that you blink twice and they’re graduating from high school.