Driving Youngest up to the school this afternoon for track, we were in the middle of a conversation when I noticed an odd thing.
"Check it out," I said to Youngest and nodded toward the unusual scene I was watching. "An older man walks to the corner of the high school campus, puts a suspicious box on the ground and takes a step back."
"Wearing a cowboy hat and a suit," Youngest takes up the thread. "And he's putting his hand into his pocket."
"You think he's going for the detonator?" I ask. "Oh, wait a minute," I change my tone, "the side of the box is printed with the letters NKJV. He's passing out Bibles to the students as they leave school . . . "
"Nice going, Mom!" Youngest chides. "You've just made a terrorist out of a well-meaning pastor!"
Eh. Can't win em all : )