A Scavenger Hunt of sorts...

Did you know that I am Batgirl?

For reasons I can't remember, I told my (then) 5 year old son I was Batgirl about two years ago. I know it is the sort of thing that I would say, in a moment of self-amusement, brought about by some random conversation long ago. He questioned me heavily about it so I ended up having to make up details off the cuff. Apparently, I have a Batgirl suit that I hide somewhere in the house because, of course, every superhero has to hide their identity. Though pressed quite hard, I absolutely refused to give up the location of the suit, for reasons of national security. He questioned me about my ability to fight bad guys and I assured him I had taken a Judo class (literally one summer session class a loooong time ago). I admit I rather enjoyed how he looked at me after hearing this. He BELIEVED.

I thought he'd forget about this quickly, but it is two years later, and he has not, so I have continued to spin the yarn. There have been questions here and there over the months about when exactly I make time to fight evil-doers (after his bedtime) and the like. I know the parental fall from hero status will inevitably come, and sadly, probably has already started. I think from subtle language cues, he is beginning to figure that I am not REALLY Batgirl. This morning he came to me and said he wanted to hide a lego ship that he made. He wanted to hide it so that he would have a secret just like I have a secret about my Batgirl costume. And I noticed, for the first time ever, he said the secret was that I 'had a Batgirl costume', not that I 'was Batgirl'. So, is this the beginning of the end? Pretty soon he will figure out that I don't even have the costume and from there the slippery slope picks up speed until my fall from grace is complete.

Bananas of Praise

I signed up as a Sunday school teacher (every third week) at my church. It is a GREAT church, the people are awesome, but this job is really not one I would pick. The trouble is that this is where the church needs serious help and well, they have been there for me during the tough times, so....I chose the 3-4 year old group. They have all easily charmed their way into my heart.

It is generally agreed upon that the Sunday School curriculum the church purchased is lacking. However, I highly commend it for its entertainment value. Really, if you are feeling down and need a laugh, this is my recommended reading. This morning I was in hysterics over reading that 'Bananas of Praise' was a suggested snack.

To make such a worshipful dish, you chop up bananas and sprinkle them with green Kool-Aid crystals. Can we say 'yuck'? Can we also say 'comedic gold'? I don't think I will ever again eat a banana (sans Kool-Aid) without thinking 'Bananas of Praise' to myself. I hold my banana on high :) We could bring in 'Nuts of the Father' too for snack variation. The mind just races with the inspirations that flow forth after reading this.

I think one of the reasons that I love my church so much is that most of the people in it would also find this funny. Scary to think there are so many churches out there that lack a sense of humor.