Throwback Thursday!

Hmmm. I wonder how old I am here? 7? I'm really, really bad at figuring out how old kids are, apparently even with myself. 

If you're wondering, yes, that big black book is a Bible. This is how that morning probably went...

KNOCK, KNOCK!

It's early on Saturday morning. A man's wife rolls over and tells him to get the door. It's PEI, so of course he doesn't look through a peephole or ask who it is. It's probably the neighbours wanting to borrow the lawnmover again. 

Door swings open. Damn, he thinks, it's those crazy Jehovah's Witnesses. 

I look up at him with a sweet smile. He can't be rude to a seven year-old child so he tries to smile back. 

Him: Can I help you?

Me: We're visiting our neighbours today to share a thought from the Bible. 

Him: It's really not a good time...his voice trails off as he tries to make up an excuse that won't hurt my feelings.

I look at him again, concerned. 

Me: But don't you want to live in a world without war?

He thinks about it for a minute...he'd probably be ok with war right now if I would just get off his doorstep. It's been a long week at work. But he'd be a total asshole to tell a little kid that.

Him: Well, yes...

I smile again. 

Me: Good, let me read you this scripture from the Bible.

Him: Well, actually I have my own religion. 

Me: Do you think all of us will ever be together in just one religion?

He thinks, are you insane, child? Then...man, this kid is good. He decides to take the easy way out, he really just wants to go back to bed. 

Him: Um, I really have to go, but I'll take your magazines. 

I smile for the third time in 3 minutes. Now I have someone to go back and visit again next Saturday morning. :)