My Mom is Out of Town

#4 is out of town this weekend with his dad. It's a special weekend for MH, he's celebrating his 20th high school reunion. It's been 20 years since he was a purple and yellow tornado - you really have to wonder about those colors and the chosen weather event. But really, when you think about it, the sky does turn eerie colors just before a tornado arrives in town. but I digress....

2 weeks ago MH and I went to an out-of-town football game. We left all 4 with a favorite sitter who is extremely responsible and who is determined not to let my #4 run her over(after being runover a few times before). Sunday morning, she actually fed them, ensured that they were dressed and drove them up the hill to our church. Did I mention that they were 25 minutes early for the service - or 45 minutes late for Sunday School(depending on your perspective)? One of the greatest thing about our church - food wise - is that you can have a second breakfast when you get there. The pastor's wife makes this incredible blueberry bread and there are usually donuts.

ANYWAY... in #4 goes, scarfs down 5 donuts and tears down to Sunday School (late) and announces "MY MOM IS OUT OF TOWN". What an interruption to the tale of Gideon - the one who hid from Jesus - #4 isn't hiding a thing. He was up on sugar and up on freedom. Like a kid on Spring Break - MY MOM IS OUT OF TOWN!