Many years ago we lived in Pueblo. Our daughter, Chris, who was 5 years old at that time, went to Sunday school at a large church. My husband’s folks lived on a farm and went to a small church. My father-in-law was the treasurer of that church.
During a visit, Grandpa took Chris to church with him. A few days later when we were driving home from the farm, Chris spoke up from the backseat. “It sure doesn’t do any good to take money to Grandpa’s church. He brings it home with him.” When we stopped laughing, I explained why.
Evelyn Herd, Beulah
Our good friends, Mike and Jen, were enjoying after-dinner desserts as we talked about how their sweet young daughter is already reading at age 4. We thought that was quite amazing and gifted. As we were having this conversation, our high-energy, rambunctious 5-year-old son ran into the room with a box, poured the contents over his head, placed the box on his head and ran out screaming. My husband and I looked at each other and I said, “Our son is gifted in other ways.” Needless to say, the room was filled with laughter!
Tana Lawler, Golden
On a flight to the Bahamas for Christmas vacation, I watched my 4-year-old son, Shane, stare intently out the airplane window. It was an overcast day and, after takeoff, we were passing through big white, fluffy clouds. Shane looked concerned and I wondered what he might be thinking about. Suddenly a big smile broke across his face. “Mom!” he said, “I know why we’re not getting anywhere — we’re stuck in all this snow!”