The Skunk Smells His Own Stink

November 5, 2009 at 5:47 pm (A Time to Laugh) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )


A couple of years ago, Abigail was part of a team to teach abstinence in the local schools. Our first day in the local middle school, she and her partner, Christy, looked at each other and wrinkled up their noses. “It smells horrible!” Christy, who was barely pregnant and fighting morning sickness, exclaimed. “It smells like a ton of mothballs!” Abigail blinked. “Mothballs? It smells like a skunk!”

Over the next several days they choked on the foul air that greeted them every time they entered the school, but they kept their thoughts to themselves.

As their last day wrapped up, a teacher from a neighboring classroom stopped by the help with clean up. “Whew,” she remarked. “It will sure be nice when that skunk smell dissipates.”

Abigail looked up quickly from the papers she was gathering . “So it was a skunk?”

“Yeah,” she grimmaced. “A whole family of them moved in under the school. They weren’t too happy to be moved out and let us all know it.”

Abigail glanced at Christy, who was holding her nose and looking sickly. “Christy thought it was mothballs.”

“Oh!” the teacher exclaimed. “That’s because the janitor dumped loads of mothballs in the hall in an attempt to cover the stench!”

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Caught in the Rain

October 8, 2009 at 5:16 pm (A Time to Laugh) (, , , , , , , , , )


Nathaniel was always a logical thinker–quick to catch on.

When he was being potty trained, his mom used to hang his wet pants over the curtain rod for the shower. One day he came into the bathroom after his papa had ridden home from work on the motorcycle–in the rain. In horror, Nathaniel announced, “Papa wet his pants!” Of course, his Papa didn’t relish the sound of those words and quickly corrected him: “No. I got caught out in the rain.” But Nathaniel knew what pants hung over the curtain rod meant and he found his mom and told her, “Papa wet his pants.” “Nathaniel,” his Papa corrected firmly, “I didn’t wet my pants. I got caught out in the rain.”

A few days later, Papa came home to discover Nathaniel’s pants hung over the curtain rod. Knowing this meant his son still had a ways to go on the potty training he soberly asked him, “Nathaniel, did you wet your pants?” Without missing a beat, Nathaniel answered, “No, I got caught out in the rain.”

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Christian Community?

February 13, 2009 at 2:44 pm (A Time to Laugh) (, , , , )

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We have an enormous table, often filled with guests–usually students from the nearby college.  The atmosphere is that of a huge family with an overabundance of overgrown sons.  Lydia, as the little lady of the family, sat next to me one Sunday at lunch, mouselike, unobtrusive, trying to eat her food in peace while chaos raged around her.  And I do mean chaos.  Bruce was taking every opportunity to snatch dinner rolls from her plate.  Josiah gobbled grapes out of her fingers as she held them out of reach of Zach.  As she settled in at last to enjoy a piece of Lazy Daisy Oatmeal cake, Josh reached for her bowl.  “Thank you, Lydia, for offering to share your cake with me!”  No sooner had she pulled it out of his reach than Tommy snagged it from across the table.   “Lydia!”  Josh exclaimed in indignation.  “Did you see that?  He stole OUR cake!”

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