You sat down front because you were a preachers kid and dad wanted to keep an eye on you.
My little sister and I grew up with an electronic device listening and monitoring our every move.
The preachers kid is an expert in non-verbal communication. Unfortunately, the signals may be ignored and disaster results…..painfully.
A little bit is good, but more is better………Right? Especially when it comes to fire…………..or was that ice cream?
The crash of glass was heard as I tried to make it through the door.
The preachers kid was kidnapped on a youth group trip…..Sort of. You’d be surprised to know who did it and how he was rescued……Sort of.
I will confess to painting on the wall of the church, but will claim that I have a defense. My little sister talked me into it.