Saturday, December 10, 2005

Sweet Boy.

On Friday, I walked into the office and found a little first grade boy sitting in one of our big leather chairs.

"Oh, buddy, are you in here because you're feeling sick?" I say.
He nods, looking miserable, and puts his hand over his stomach.
" waist hurts." I'm not sure I've heard correctly.
"What, sweetie? What hurts?"
"My waist. It's just really hurting me right now."

Lord, wherever he is right now, I pray his waist feels better.

Kinkade makes my waist hurt.
oh man, my waist is KILLING me.
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