Last night after church, refreshments were served in the fellowship hall. Steve and I were mingling, chatting with our wonderful folks, and enjoying the hum of laughter and conversation buzzing around the room.
At one point in the evening, Steve came face to face with a little girl who was about seven years old. She was a fairly studious, quietly observant child and she just stood there very still, peering at him quizzically, not saying a word.
As he waited to see if she was going to say anything, he saw that her intense scrutiny had zeroed in on his “slightly expanded middle section.” And remained there for a while.
At last, she slowly reached out her little hand and patted Steve’s stomach. And then she looked up at him and inquired with the greatest of innocence, “What’s that?”
Steve was still laughing about it when he got home last night and started laughing about it again when he woke up this morning.
He said he was tempted to answer, “That, my dear, is popcorn, jelly beans and ice cream.”
But he didn’t.
I’m just glad the inquisitive child ran into him before running into me! We women don’t take those kinds of questions with quite the same equanimity as men, do we? (Well, at least I don’t.)
I hope your day gives you many reasons to smile!