- Quinn offered to read a story to Jonas. She chose a chapter book and Jonas asked if there were pictures. Her reply: "There's no pictures - it's a chapter book. You paint the picture with your imagination - like a TV show in your head."
- Lauren (referring to Jonas' pillow pet): "What's his name?" Jonas: "Wuggles" Lauren: "Wuggles - that's a cool name." Jonas: "It's MR. Wuggles to you."
- Mattie: "I would be so much farther along in life and school if other people weren't so stupid."
- Jonas: "Mrs. Chroninger (his teacher) has a rope and when we're bad she ties us up and when we're really good we get to swing on it for a whole hour."
- Jonas: "I want to be on the clouds with Jesus. I would run on them like a treadmill."
- Sam (on his way to learn swing dancing at mutual): "I'm a stud - I'm going to dance with all the ladies." Lauren: "Are you sure you're not a dud?" Sam: "No. I'm a stud."
And someday I'll laugh about this....
I play the piano for the choir at church. This is not by choice - the choir director is a force of nature. She gets what she wants and she wants me to play the piano. So I do. Because frankly I'm totally intimidated by her. Sunday the choir was scheduled to sing "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing" which is a beautiful song. And it sounded beautiful on Sunday. Until we came to the second page and I realized that I did not have the second page. I had feelings of complete panic and helplessness. In a matter of seconds I had a hundred thoughts run through my head. Mostly I was thinking, 'It must be around here somewhere.' But it wasn't. The choir kept singing; the director didn't notice I had stopped. Until the choir finished the first verse which was supposed to be followed by a piano solo leading into a key change and the second verse. I have heard the phrase deafening silence before but never experienced it until then. There was a deafening silence and 100+ pairs of eyes all on me. The choir director looked at me and I lifted both hands and whispered, 'I'm missing a page.' I think that whisper could be heard on the back row - it was that silent. She handed me her book (with tears in her eyes) and I picked up with the piano solo and pretended nothing was wrong. Someday I'll laugh about it...hopefully.
