At youth group last Thursday, it was whipped cream night. All the kids got to line up and throw cream pies at their adult leaders. Unbeknownst to me, children could select their parents for the pie-throwing. When I arrived to pick him up, Tom was still in line to throw a pie. He kept on pointing at me and making throwing motions, but I didn't get the hint. When the surprise came, I submitted with reasonably good grace.
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| Tom didn't think of the camera until after I'd cleaned up a bit. |
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