Pure Evil

I’ve spent the week being a kid-herder at Vacation Bible School, which has been entertaining. My group was rising 2nd and 3rd graders, and they’re funny. Still young enough to be little kids, but old enough to be reasonably independent about finding their way to the next activity if I had to wait for one kid.

On Tuesday night, I was helping one of them put a bracelet together — the bracelet said, “Courage.” I was holding the bracelet out for her while she popped letters into it, and this is how the conversation went — all one-sided, you understand, all coming from the kid:

“C….. O…… U…… R….. You know, some people think I’m pure evil. ……A…….”
I deadpanned, “Oh, really? Why would they think that?”

The mom across the table helping another kid had to intently look down and focus on the task at hand to keep from busting out laughing.

So now we will insert that little tidbit into conversation whenever: “Honey, would you like some tea?” “Yes, dear, I would, and did you know that some people think I’m pure evil?”

In other news….

I get to go to the UFO workshop at the Crackhouse tomorrow night!! I missed last month because I was sick, so I’m SO excited to get to go tomorrow.

Can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait. Planning to work on some Pure Evil, too. 😀