VBS Round 1

  While I am sure I could write a fantastic and emotional blog about my personal views on religion and how and why I consider myself a Christian without the need for a home church, I will not be doing that today. Neither will I be explaining how important I believe it is to give the girls every opportunity to become a much better Christian than I.  As of tonight the two older girls they have officially gone to 3 VBS nights this summer.  Two at Kara's church and tonight they had their first night at the church for which they enjoyed VBS last year. I'm sure you can tell that I am trying very hard and not so coherently, not to give away these locations so people can't come creep up on my family.  

   I would like to tell you the lessons the girls learned at VBS, but all they tell me about is what they ate and what crafts they did.  So that will not be happening either. I will let you know, that tonight was the first night ever that Emma was allowed to participate in an event hosted by someone other than friends and family.  This gave me a great deal of anxiety, but I knew she was in good hands.  I just hoped that my daughter would not be the one that the teachers go back to their families and say "that girl is a handful." 

    First this story is going to take an odd detour into the back seat of my SUV.  Don't get your hopes up.  This is no 50 Shades story.  And no, I have not read that book, so I can only assume. 

   My girls love to have the strangest conversations in the car.  I know we have some weird ones while we are out of the car, but we have a nice girl club house when just the 4 of us are in there.  In the last week, I have spent one and a half hours of driving up to town and back explaining the entire premise of the Hunger Games Trilogy.  I have heard the girls whispering about what boy is cute and who kissed them.  They have hurt each other, played simon says, made up their own songs, and sang at the top of their lungs karaoke style with me.  And this is how our VBS night 1 conversation went down, keep in mind a talked a lot more than this, but my words are not funny so I am choosing to omit them :

Me:  Did you have a good time?  What did you do? 

Gwin:  All the kids in my class were bad.  One girl called the teacher Mr. Booger. 

Izzy:  All the kids in my class were good.  We talked about how my teacher's daughter is a pilot. 

Gwin:  Is your teacher pretty?  Were you the prettiest girl in your class?

Izzy: Yep, she was pretty,  Yes.  I am the prettiest.  Were you the prettiest in your class? 

Gwin: Yes, but it was like I was invisible.  A teacher took a picture of everyone at my table except me.  

Me:  Emma did you have a good time? Your teacher told me you were sad. 

Emma: Yeah, I ate chips with Nana. 

Me: Nana wasn't there baby. 

Emma:  Yes, Nana was there.  I ate chips with her.  I made new friends. 

Me: Nana wasn't there.  Are you excited to go back tomorrow? 

Emma: No.  I no go back tomorrow. I don't want to play with my new friends, I don't want to play with Nana, I want to stay home and eat cheetos. 

Emma: Some lady changed my diaper. It's a boy diaper. 

Gwin:  Why? 

Emma: I went potty on the toilet and they gave me a new one.  I will see Nana tomorrow.  I get a new sticker. 

Izzy:  I ate a granola bar.  

Gwin:  That granola bar was huge.  I couldn't eat it. 

Emma:  I want some cheetos.