Just spent two full days entertaining a nearly two-year old. That is work. Calvin Duprie is a neat little kid to care for. He has a built-in advantage being a grandson. There is a bit of communication difficulty since he only points and grunts, but he listens and understands everything, A not so big wooden spoon is the weapon of choice. I was showing it to him and asking him about it. With grunts and some grimaces he showed how the posterior receives application. He THEN proceeded to show how he is whacked across the face! What? My daughter the child beater? I will have to turn her in unless there is a good explanation. He does have a couple of scar-like places across his forehead. When Laura returned home last night she was shocked!! " What? I have never, and would never do that!" That's really what I thought. Seems Calvin is already embellishing life's events. Coupled with his extremely strong voice and contagious smile I am predicting Calvin Duprie to be the next evangelist, like Billy Graham.
Can you tell what a child is to become when he/she is grown? Not very easily. I would have been voted least likely to pound a pulpit by my peers. My Mother, however, told me one day she knew I was going to be a preacher. Mother knows!
The old joke is that a farmer's son was plowing one day when he saw a huge P formed from the clouds over his head. He saw it as an omen to GO PREACH, and went to tell his father he was leaving the farm to preach. A few months later he was back at the farm. "What happened son? Why aren't you preaching any more?". The farmer's son said, "I tried, Dad. Tried hard! One day in my sermon I told the folks about the giant P in the sky.I felt it meant GO PREACH. They decided it meant GO PLOW! Nap time. Adios amigos.
