Houses of Cards
My beloved, our son, and I just finished playing a few rounds of Crazy Eights. When the young one wandered off to the computer to check out Playmobil.com, his papa remained on the living room floor where we'd been playing, building squarish, cabana-like card houses connected to each other by single-card bridges.
Our boy, frustrated that one of his favorite Web sites was temporarily out of service, stomped off to the couch to sulk. To cheer him, I pointed to the card houses and said, "Hey, look at what Daddy's doing!"
He gave them a quick glance and, in demonstration that last summer's Jerusalem Marketplace vacation Bible school had had some impact, said, "Cool! He's building a little Jesus town."
Our boy, frustrated that one of his favorite Web sites was temporarily out of service, stomped off to the couch to sulk. To cheer him, I pointed to the card houses and said, "Hey, look at what Daddy's doing!"
He gave them a quick glance and, in demonstration that last summer's Jerusalem Marketplace vacation Bible school had had some impact, said, "Cool! He's building a little Jesus town."
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