At 10:00 a.m. every day, my pregnant wife’s stomach demands a food sacrifice be offered unto it.
Today at 10:00 a.m. we were in Sunday school.
“Do you think maybe you could, um, go to the store to get some snacks, Chaddy?” Becki inquired.
“Um, Sunday school just started, honey,” I said. “I bet there’s something in the church kitchen.”
So I went into the church kitchen and found some bread and some marshmallows.
I put the marshmallows between two slices of bread, microwaved it, and handed it to Becki, all wrapped in a paper towel.
“Oh, I don’t know about that, Chad,” she said. “It might not taste so – MMM!!!” It took all of two seconds for her doubts to dissipate. Then she made me try it.
I’m glad she liked it. That’s all I will say.