“Outsmarted”

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So I purposely moved around the kitchen, avoiding glancing at the counter where my Mom was making scrumptious-to-the-nth-degree chocolate chip cookie dough in plain sight.

My thought was, if I pretend like I don’t see it or care to see it or talk about it, she’ll interpret that as indifference & – Voila!! – leave the silver bowl of cookie dough unattended to chill in the nearby fridge. Where I would, when she left the room, swoop in for the kill – my foolproof plan was to quickly jab a silver spoon in the bowl to snag me some o’ the good stuff. Delectable raw chocolate chip cookie dough.

I waited. And waited. Then, as expected, all was clear. So I opened the fridge & uncovered part of the foil over the silver bowl of homemade chocolate chip cookie dough. Man, there’s nothing that makes me happier than devouring on a big spoon a hefty hunk of chocolate dough!

Only problem was, when I stealthily made my move & stuck the spoon into the container to retrieve a scoopful, I failed to feel the thickening texture of the hard cookie dough under the foil. Unbeknownst to me, my equally clever Mom picked up on my unsaid idea & under my radar had slipped the cookie dough covered with foil safely in the fridge. Downstairs.

The soft mushy contents of the foil-covered silver bowl I opened up? Homemade lentil soup.

Mom 1.

Amy – A big ol’ fat goose egg.

 

THE END

By Amy

1-17-18

 

 

“20 Questions”

With a look of resignation, the boy returned the Star Wars

item to the shelf. Until it was discovered to be on sale. Then

he happily left Kohl’s with his new toy after leaving school

early for a dental visit. Then . . .

“I’m gonna get three-fifty,” my nephew announced after

mentally calculating the amount of money he’d get from

returning cans at Kroger. Brainpower continued . . .

“You just blew it!”

Because I asked him if the animal was a predator and earlier

I’d already asked if it ate other animals. He caught me.

No surprise there.

My 9-year-old nephew & I were playing the game “20 Questions”

& like always, the sharp youngster was on fire. (Turns out the

animal was a cheetah.)
Next came his turn where the boy had to guess something with wheels

(more specifically, I chose a standard kid-sized regular object with

wheels in his realm of knowledge). Inquiries posed included ‘Is it electronic?’;

‘Does it need fuel?’; & ‘Does it use batteries?’. More common things like cars,

buses & motorcycles he quickly ruled out. Unsurprisingly, the third grader arrived at

the answer after USING ONLY HALF of his allotted questions.

“Could it come in any size?”

“No.”

“That just saved me 3 questions,” stated the thorough thinker. “I could have

asked, ‘Is it big?’, ‘Is it medium?’, ‘Is it small?’”

So, Mr. Intellect has done it again.

“Is it a wagon?”

 BOOYAH!

The End

 

By Aunt Amy, 11-28-17

 

 

“Cloud Shmoud”

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“The crowd goes wild!” her eldest bro exclaimed while cheering on his younger sis of 1 as we played basketball with his hoop on his closet bedroom door. I was lifting up the featherweight so she could dunk the ball. She loved it!

Before that – “Awesome buddy, you are good!” the children’s fantastic mother raved after her youngest son informed her he won our games of Old Maid.

Did I intentionally allow the child on multiple occasions achieve victory in the card game?  (I’ll never tell, wink, wink.)

Later in his kitchen the youngest boy asked me after snatching it & retreating to my right, “Aunt Amy, do you know where your cane is?”

I had a good idea & seeing it proved my suspicion. “Hiding” the long metal stick behind him, maybe his 4-year-old thinking actually did believe it was out of my sight because it was out of his, too. “It’s behind your back.”

“It’s a magic trick!” he gleefully announced as his face broke into a humongous smile, totally disregarding my discovery, which of course was fine. Also . . .

“Come here, mama, it’s okay,” my sister welcomed her daughter – “mama” is a term of affection – into her arms following the girl’s nice nap.

Moreover, the second grader impressed me with his thorough knowledge of Biblical stories, starting with the story of Abraham.

I showed the 8-year-old a similarity. “See how this Old Maid card is named Ice Cream Ike? Ike is the nickname for Isaac, who was the first son of Abraham & his wife Sarah.”

It’s always good to end the day on an even lighter note.

Observed my 4-year-old nephew after he peered out of his large bedroom window following a rainfall & saw those funny cotton-candy-looking shapes floating high in the sky, bless his heart, he almost got it right:

“I think the clowns are coming out.”

THE END

By Aunt Amy (pictured below is me & the little guy a few years back)

10-16-17

 

 

 

 

 

 

REALLY Good stuff, eh?

A character in the novel being immersed in the wondrous sights in Heaven (in the 31st chapter in Deadline by Randy Alcorn) after dying in a car crash:

“I understand as never before the Scriptures describing Christians as aliens and strangers and pilgrims on earth. That place was not my home. I spent my time living in a rented room, on borrowed time.

 My body was weak, my vision impaired, my mind under attack. I was tempted and worn down.

But everything is different now. This is the world for which you made me, the place I feel completely at home.” 

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This Fascinating Book I’m Reading is like Going To Church

“Jesus died for our sins, but his death doesn’t guarantee forgiveness for everyone. What it guarantees is the availability of forgiveness to everyone. If you want it, it’s yours:

Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes, let him take the free gift of the water of life‘ (Revelation 22:17).

Christ offers the gift of forgiveness and eternal life, but we must choose to accept it or it isn’t ours.”

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Excerpt

Below is one small excerpt – in this wise fictitious novel – from a letter of one man who has total faith in God writing to an exceptionally close friend who does not believe in God:

“You’ve wondered aloud more than once why I spend my Sunday mornings in church. Well, it’s not to honor the dead, that’s for sure. Church isn’t a memorial service for a dead man.

It’s a worship service for a risen Lord. This isn’t about being religious. This is about Jesus.”

– chapter 29 in the novel Deadline by Randy Alcorn