An example of this was when I came back upstairs this morning to Ben hiding under the covers if my bed. He was being the “baby turtle” and his mom was the “mommy turtle,” and apparently I was not just “in the water” but from the way he yelled and hid I was apparently some sort of “predator.” And quite honestly I would have sent him to his room if Greenpeace weren’t such a militant group. I am a pastor after all, and I do not need the bad press.

But the two of them enjoy their playtime, especially when Scotty is not around to be Ben’s Assistant. Had Scott been there this morning he would have clearly been the “brother turtle,” which could be taken to mean either “sibling turtle” or “religious turtle,” because I suppose he qualifies as either.

But the fact remains that I am excluded from all the cake and turtle games. No worries though…..because I am really trying to lose the weight, and of course they do not make a shell in my size.

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!