“Aauuuuuuuuugh!” Riya screams, clearly distressed, from the bathroom.
“Oh, my God, what!? What is it?” An impressively lengthy list of possible emergencies races through my mind.
“Ben OPENED THE DOOR!”
I pause, bent double, and try to slow my heart back down. “In the future, that kind of scream is only to be used if you see a mouse. Or, you know, there’s a bad guy in the house or something.”
Six-year-old twins, or old married couple?
[Ambling into school, arms linked]
“What day was it that we saw Ms. M?”
“No, no, no. Yesterday was the day we were playing with L.”
“Yes, you’re right. We saw Ms. M. on Friday.”
“Friday. Yes, must have been.”
Proof that she was really listening
[Front pew, center section, during Sunday’s sermon]
“In the first part of today’s reading,” the pastor began, “there are three main characters. There’s a landowner, a gardener, and … a tree.”
“A TREE!!!” Riya exclaimed.
Over the congregation’s laughter, without missing a beat, he said, “Yes, a tree. Right on cue!” and continued with the lesson.