When YOUR KIDS get a box of Bathtub Crayons to write all over the tub walls with, what sort of artwork shows up at your house?
Purple dinosaurs blowing fire and eating soldiers off the walls of the castles? (We’ve had that before.)
A princess strolling through a meadow? (We’ve NEVER seen that one in our bathroom before.)
Drawings done by a young hand of cars? Monster trucks? Bears? Flowers and suns? Moons and planets? Long-fanged saber tooth tigers? Batman?
Look at the bathtub walls in OUR house.
This is how they look AT THIS VERY MOMENT IN TIME.
Of course, Hubs and I smell a Nobel Peace Prize on the horizon. We’ve talked about how that boy of ours might find a cure for some horrible disease. We’ve decided that he may, in fact, BUILD ROCKETS AND LAUNCH THEM.
And all of those things translates into ENOUGH MONEY THAT HUBS AND I CAN REST ASSURED THAT THE BOY WILL SETTLE US INTO THE FINEST RETIREMENT CENTER IN AMERICA, WITH LUXURIOUS, FINE-COTTON SHEETS AND A POOL IN THE MANICURED GARDEN, INSTEAD OF SHOVING US INTO A REST HOME THAT SMELLS LIKE BURNED EGGS AND TOMATO SOUP.
Mamas, Hubs and I are taking bids right now for arranged marriages. If your daughter is a sweet, Christian girl, go ahead and gather your donkeys and your oxen together for your dowry, and we’ll consider you. We do prefer that our boy marry an orphan girl, because that way they’ll ALWAYS be at our house for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but all families will be considered.
Happy Sunday night.