Do You Read My Blog, Kid?

Last night, Noah volunteered for guard duty at our church house. I don't think it's necessarily reflective of just our neighborhood; other church buildings on the island have a security guard. Just a lot of precious inventory inside (i.e. the cub scouts and achievement days girls) and enough unstable folks about.

While Noah served and protected, I stole away to the primary room to "help" with achievement days. ("Help" is a loose term; Candice has these cute girls eating out of the palm of her hand. I should say, to "color" with achievement days.)

I was immediately endeared to the bunch, most of whom I'd never met before since their families are in the Spanish ward. But M. was especially chatty - particularly interested in the ring on my left hand and the man behind it.

I introduced M. to Noah as we made our way to the lobby at the end of the activity. Props to this little lady who can whirl around the lobby on a Razor scooter and still maintain impressive eye contact. As she glided, she asked Noah about his name, asked me how it is my CTR ring I received as a 12-year old still fits (not sure. thick hands in my youth?), explained how her ring is adjustable but sometimes turns her finger purple...

But the best part of the conversation came when she asked Noah, "why have you been sitting down here this whole time?"

N: I'm on guard duty.
A: Yep, doesn't he seem pretty tough? Like he could keep us really safe?
M: So... what would you do to try to scare me if I was a crazy lady trying to break into the church?

Awesome.