I have a sunburn. I love that.
Today at a middle school pool party a 13 year old boy asked me if "Christ's pain on the cross was derived from the sins of mankind, or the Son's separation from the Father". In case you don't understand how abnormal this is, my next most stimulating conversation was this:
Mitchell: "Nick, can I have a dollar for skittles?"
Me: "No"
Also, I have been leading a group of 4th graders in VBS this week. Jedidiah calls me his "hairy homie". Charlie calls me his leprechaun, and rubs my stomach. They like me because I let them steal the decorations that line the hallways of the church. They respect me because I told them I ate cowballs. They fear me because I accidently threw Louie into a wall. He is so little, and so mischievous.
Why does gas cost so much? Why don't I have a scooter? Why is my room always messy? Why am I scared of the 4th grade girl that sits in front of us in morning assembly and throws hard candies? Probably because the candies that she throws are hard.

Alan loves BBQ.
nicholas david welch