Sometimes pictures tell the best stories.
This is my phone.
Or, I should say, this was my phone. Friday evening we were eating at Moe’s when I slid my hand in the outer pocket of my purse to check the time on my phone. As I slipped my hand back out I noticed it was coated in a dark red substance, also known as OPI “My Chihuahua Bites!” nail polish.
Somehow the little bottle of polish I had been carrying around in there had busted, and my phone absorbed about half the bottle before I ever knew it happened. Within a few minutes of me opening the purse, our whole side of the restaurant smelled like a bustling nail salon. Saturday morning, while still high off the polish fumes, I spent a good bit of time using Q-tips and cotton balls “un-painting” the phone and thinking I had restored it to mint condition. But, then my mom called. Or, at least I think she did because I could see her name on the top of the screen, but I couldn’t make out a word she was saying since a good amount of polish had dried down inside the tiny crevices of the phone’s speaker. Considering that issue and some new flammability concerns, it was never to be the same.
Let me be a lesson so others will not face this same fate… separate your cosmetics from your technology. They just don’t mix well.
This was the Kindergartener’s Bible memory verse last week.
I thought she had it down pretty well until I was going over it with her on Thursday night at bedtime…
The Kindergartener: For God so loved the world, that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him will not perish but will have everlasting lice.
Me: Oh, that last word is life, honey. Not lice.
The Kindergartener: No, it’s lice.
OK, then. But, I think that puts a very different spin on what most consider to be one of the most significant verses of the New Testament. A lot of people might just choose to perish rather than deal with everlasting lice. Can you imagine? Sometimes I don’t mind to let these little misunderstandings or mispronunciations go unchallenged. But, I think I’m going to have to work with her on this whole life versus lice matter.
Meanwhile… there are places to go, things to do, and fish to see. So, on Sunday, we took a day trip to visit an aquarium.
The last time I took the Kindergartener and the Preschooler to an aquarium, they were both in hysterics for fear the sharks might get them. This time everyone was much braver.
It’s possible that the highlight of the trip for all three girls might have been playing on the rock formations outside the actual aquarium.
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