Did I ever mention I live in Jerry Falwell’s home town?
Yesterday, a neighbor dropped in. She is sweet, kind, friendly. Her husband works at Liberty University, (Falwell’s college), and I have politely danced around the whole church question the handful of times we’ve been aquainted. "Oh yes, we're very happy with our church." Next subject.
My kids took her little son downstairs to the playroom delighted to have someone to show all their toys to. Todd happened to be down in the laundry room (bless his little heart) within earshot of the kids.
Riley: “ Look ___! Look at all my Teletubbies! Do you want to play Teletubbies with me?”
(Yay Riley! You actively engaged someone to play! You go girl!)
____: “I’m not allowed to play with Teletubbies.”
Riley: “Why not?”
_____: “I don’t know?”
Now, I didn’t personally hear the conversation. Todd filled me in after they left. I’m not certain of the reason _____ can’t play with Teletubbies? Maybe his parents just think the Teletubbies are stupid? I’ll give them that, but I smell a rat? A big fat one. Now,now....sweet neighbor....wasn't it Jesus who said, "Judge not lest ye be judged?"
Best case scenario....The Teletubbies are stupid. I have a deal for her? We give up the teletubbies if she gives up the very realistic wooden toy rifle she wheeled into my home strapped to her baby's stroller? If it's the other reason...the rat reason...she best just keep walking next time she's passing by.