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The Wrong Culver's

So tonight, Callie and I had to go to an appointment at the ENT office. I gave her a choice of two restaurants where I could get her a free meal, because I'm cheap like that.

She picked Culver's. Now, you have to understand that there are three Culver's in our typical shopping areas and I was torn as to which one to go to. Two suited my needs rather well as far as other stops I needed to make and as I mulled over the choices, I thought "It's six of one, half a dozen of the other . . . " I turned and went to the one that was closest to my location at that point.

Wrong choice.

That Culver's was having a school fundraiser and was completely packed. There were two booths available. One two-seater and the awkward one-seater where you sit down and stare at the wall. The lovely volunteers and teachers from the unnamed school district had commandeered the two-seater for their coats and paperwork.  So Callie and big pregnant mama shared a single bench because I could never be so forward as to tell someone that they've greatly inconvenienced me by taking up the only comfortable and available booth with coats.

Anyway, to the point of the story. I told you this was for a school right?? Well, you can imagine the number of kids in there. And the percentage of parents actually paying attention to what those kids were doing? Negligible at best . . .

It was enough for even Callie to notice how wild these kids were being.

Callie, "Why are all these kids running around, Mommy? We shouldn't act that way."
Me: "I know, but their parents are supposed to tell them that, not us."
Callie: "Their parents must not care about them very much to let them act that way."
Me: (nearly too choked up to talk) "I'm glad that you know that we teach you how to act because we care about you so much."

Hearing that our lesson on why we discipline has made it through to her made my entire evening. I'll admit, we've had some trying times with Callie lately. Some schoolmate influences have really been putting our values (and patience!) to the test. But at least she knows, at the very least she knows, that I'm trying to guide her because I love her so so much!

Somehow, by the grace of God, we're doing something right!!

God bless you and yours this evening!

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