Bottles and Bertha

With the new year comes a new Sunday School class at church.  The kids in class this year didn't spill their guts quite as much as those of years gone by.  However, I did hear a funny story outside of class.  I had Buck Double and his bottle most of the day and every once in a while I'd squeeze the bottle and flick it at people, giving them a slight sprinkle of milk.  When I did this to one boy it reminded him of an incident he had to tell me.  He said that if he didn't finish his cereal his dad would take him into the bathroom and dump the cereal over his head.  To one of you, if you know this is your son I got a good laugh out of it.  If it doesn’t sound familiar, your son is a story teller.

This also reminds me of someone I neglected to mention the last time I told stories about family secrets the kids have told in the past.  One girl’s mom asked her if she wanted to go to Sonic.  Instead of going to Sonic, however, they ended up going to see Bertha the counselor. She was so mad at being duped that she tried turning it back on her parents for not giving her enough attention.  I think I need to dig a little deeper into the new class to see if I can get some better stories.