Things happen to me. Not just ordinary everyday things but strange things. Things that I don't see happening to other people. Or... perhaps they are just better at hiding the strange than I am. Yes, I am one of those strange people. Birds have indeed pooped on my head. One of my children fell out a window as a infant (I will share that story later! Don't judge me till you hear how it happened).Strange things happen to me. All I can do is cringe, blush, and laugh.
Today a strange thing happened to me in our children's sunday school class. I can't imagine this exact thing has happened to anyone else! My daughter loves stickers. She loves to stick them on everything, including me and I let her. She found a little pad of yellow foam letter stickers and stuck them to my arm in a nice long random line. She is three and she loves to put things in rows as much as she loves stickers.
Class went on and I forgot about the stickers on my arm until this happened...
"Hey, what's on your arm?" innocent child in the classroom asks me
"Oh" I say, glancing down at my arm "Just some letters Amber put on my arm."
As I am looking at my arm I discover that many of the letters have fallen off. 4 letters are left. The spell a word. It is not a nice word. I am now flashing to a room of small children. Who thank goodness... did not notice what it said before I tucked my arm out of sight.
Want to see it? I have left the third letter out for your protection but you will get the point.
Today a strange thing happened to me in our children's sunday school class. I can't imagine this exact thing has happened to anyone else! My daughter loves stickers. She loves to stick them on everything, including me and I let her. She found a little pad of yellow foam letter stickers and stuck them to my arm in a nice long random line. She is three and she loves to put things in rows as much as she loves stickers.
Class went on and I forgot about the stickers on my arm until this happened...
"Hey, what's on your arm?" innocent child in the classroom asks me
"Oh" I say, glancing down at my arm "Just some letters Amber put on my arm."
As I am looking at my arm I discover that many of the letters have fallen off. 4 letters are left. The spell a word. It is not a nice word. I am now flashing to a room of small children. Who thank goodness... did not notice what it said before I tucked my arm out of sight.
Want to see it? I have left the third letter out for your protection but you will get the point.
Nice? Right. I told you strange things happen to me. By the way, doesn't my arm look super hairy in this photo? That is pretty strange. That reminds me of something strange I did when I was a young teen. I shaved my arms. Perhaps that is why they are so hairy now.