We took our weekly pilgrimage to Wal-Mart today and between keeping the kids from knocking down that 50ft display of canned corn and putting back everything that Nate threw into the cart, we were just glad to make it out of there alive. At one point, Nate took off into a sprint and slammed smack dab into a utility cart. Why you ask? Oh, because apparently you can enjoy a mad dashing sprint a lot more with your eyes closed. Then as we were checking out, we sent the kids to the game room in our attempt to corral them. As we were leaving, Drew began to inform us that he had found a piece of candy just laying on one of the games. Tiffany looked at him and asked what he did with it (not really wanting to hear the answer). With a big smile on his face, he said “I put it in my mouth”…. Of course you did. Even now, all I can say is that it was a good thing we had not eaten yet.
Here we are in a store that can’t even sell us spinach in fear of bacteria and my son eats the one piece of candy that could contain the next plague. Now I don’t really eat spinach (not that there is anything wrong with that), but please don’t just put something in your mouth just because you found it. Is that asking too much? I know there is a sermon illustration in there somewhere. Oh well, thank God that His patience is more enduring than my own. And thank God for little boys. What would we do without them? Certainly, the Wal-Mart janitor would have a lot more to clean up.