Last Wednesday we had a Progressive Dinner for the young women in our church.
Sorry, not the best picture....but hold on, it gets better.
One of the girls asked me before we left my house, "Are we suppose to bring our plate with us to the next house?"
I just thought that was the cutest question!
So house #2 we had the main dish. One girl looked at the tables and said, "This is the fanciest dinner I have ever been to."
Wonderful chicken, pasta and crockpot carrots. Seriously good.
The conversation was the best. I sat with the 12 and 13 year old girls and wondered what they talk about over dinner?
So one of the girls asked if we knew that the shortest man in the world is only 12 inches tall. The girls looked concerned, and one sympathetically said, "I hope the other kids didn't make fun of him when he was in high school."
I said, "I really don't think he attended high school."
At this point, 3 of the girls opened their mouths, and their jaws dropped as if they were thinking...'you mean being short is reason enough not to go to school?' Trying to break the shock, I said, "Look, if he is only 12 inches, he would not be much bigger than this candle here on the table. I can't see someone 12 inches tall walking the halls of a high school. He'd get run over."
For some reason I was the only one who felt like laughing. But I didn't. Not till I got home.
Then finally house #3, The Albas, for dessert
But I got so taken in by the retro lights on her tree that I forgot to take pictures of all the cookies!
Dessert, then charades.
Such sweet, sweet girls. I know there couldn't possibly be a 12 inch man...right? But I was so taken in by the concern our girls had for him. This little guy who doesn't exist (I googled looking for him) but they think he does...so their worry over his high school days was real. I love our girls. They have such big sweet hearts.