Caleb: “You know what, DadDad? When we wrestle, we always end up with serious injuries.”
Um. Not sure where that came from or why, but I
suppose I needed to know it.
Me:
“Really? That sounds like some powerful
wrestling.”
Caleb:
“Yeah. But Zak-ry is usually the weak
link compared to me.”
OK. I’ll have to check with Zak on that
evaluation. Maybe set up a grudge
match. Or better yet … Rock-em-soc-em
robots (Yep. I got a set of ‘em for
Christmas).
I also
got one of the most unusual gifts of the day.
What was inside was tremendous. A
giant Nestles’ Crunch bar and a pair of Houston Astros sandals. But it was the box they came in. Gotta say I have never seen one like it. It was printed to house a Crib Dribbler. The entire thing was just like the actual
product was inside. It was touted to be
something you put in your child’s crib so he can get a drink any time he wants
one. Picture a hamster’s cage and one of
those upside down drink tubes with water in it that is activated when the
creature drinks from it. There was even
a coupon on the back for a child’s energy drink. Lime and bubble gum flavors were
featured. And I was especially drawn to the
announcement of the adult BedDribbler.
Had a picture of two old timers in bed, and each had a personal feeding
tube right next to him. Wonder if you
could get those personalized? Absolutely
hilarious. As wonderful as the sandals
and candy bar were, they were kind of an anticlimax to … The Box.
Speaking
of old-timers, I had to leave the bedlam briefly to meet with an older couple (in
their 60’s) who are getting married today.
I walked through the San Luis Hotel front entryway array of elf-inhabited
Christmas trees looking for the couple I had never met. As I strolled past I heard a call from my
right asking if I was Pastor Vaughan. As
I turned, the first thing I saw was a baby, about four months old at most, in the
arms of an old timer. The lady who
called out was standing near the packed to the gills stroller. I have to say I was briefly taken aback. That was some kind of miracle baby for sure. Were they the parents? Hats off to them if they were, that’s for
sure. My look of incredulity must have
shown, because the old dude with the kid hastened to assure me that it was his
grandchild. Somewhat relieved for them,
we talked for a few minutes about the ceremony and about them. The little one got quite fussy, so the
grandma did what any self-respecting grandparent would have done … she called
his mother. And when Mommy and Daddy
arrived, I had to talk to them as well.
Dad was wearing a Wolverine t-shirt, so we had a conversation about the
merits of the DC universe over the obviously made-up Marvel one. I mentioned that Kel had been to Comic-con
and had seen Stan Lee. He replied with the
comment that Lee makes a cameo appearance in each of his movies. The whole thing went quite rapidly, and I noticed
that the wedding couple was kind of lost in the discussion. So I used that comment as an attempt to draw
them in. I looked around and said, “It’s
like Alfred Hitchcock …” That’s all it
took. They were in the conversation and
stayed with us the rest of the way. I
encouraged the Daddy to wear something Spiderman to the wedding. Wonder if Kel’s new Spiderman hoodie would
fit over my suit …
John
1:29 says, “The next day John saw Jesus
coming toward him and said, ‘Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of
the world!’”
Father,
thank you for bubbly children, goofy boxes filled with great treats, and common
ground. Amen.
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