Time waits for no man...or woman
Just when you think that $25 jar of wrinkle cream is working, someone, or some little kid, comes along and sees more wrinkles than you ever see in the mirror. Here is my story:
Steve and I walk every morning, almost. While we were walking the other day, we saw two little boys from church riding their bikes to school in front of us. One of the boys, Micah, fell off his bike and was laying on the ground in some kins of trouble and appeared to be upset over something. When we reached the boys we found that Micah had gotten his scarf wrapped around the inside of the peddle sprocket. He still had his scarf around his neck and couldn't get it off the pedal or his neck. Steve and I stopped and helped him, I took the scarf off his neck and Steve turned his bike upside down and unwound it from the bike. It didn't take long and wasn't that hard to do and soon Micah was on his way to school.
I saw Micah's dad a few days later and told him the story. The next morning Micah's mom, Kelly, called me and this is Micah's side of the story after Kelly asked him about it:
Yes, he did have some trouble with his scarf and bike and two old people stopped to help him. Kelli asked how he knew they were old, Micah replied: They had white hair and wrinkles. His brother then said he didn't think they were that old, he thought they were from church.
So there you have it. Steve and I are now the old people from church with white hair and wrinkles! Excuse me while I go eat a pan of rice crispy squares. :>(
P.S. I still trying to figure out why he was wearning a scarf when it was 80 degrees that day.