In My Nose
"Tell Sister why you didn't come to school."
The mom pushed the seven-year-old boy forward.
Sr. Jacinta Ngân actually did not know what the mom was saying since it was spoken in Spanish. Sr. Jacinta did know that the boy had missed the first day of Sunday school. The Spanish translator was late.
"Something was in my nose," he slowly stated.
"Something was in your nose?" Sr. Jacinta asked in wonder.
Sr. Jacinta helps direct a Sunday School with a population of 1700+ students. She had heard all kinds of excuses. This was a new one for her.
"Yes, it was running and running," he demonstrated with his quick fingers.
"Oh, you were sick!" Sr. Jacinta replied.
The little boy grinned and nodded vigorously.
He wasn't the only one smiling.
Photo credit: http://www.pollsb.com
The mom pushed the seven-year-old boy forward.
Sr. Jacinta Ngân actually did not know what the mom was saying since it was spoken in Spanish. Sr. Jacinta did know that the boy had missed the first day of Sunday school. The Spanish translator was late.
"Something was in my nose," he slowly stated.
"Something was in your nose?" Sr. Jacinta asked in wonder.
Sr. Jacinta helps direct a Sunday School with a population of 1700+ students. She had heard all kinds of excuses. This was a new one for her.
"Yes, it was running and running," he demonstrated with his quick fingers.
"Oh, you were sick!" Sr. Jacinta replied.
The little boy grinned and nodded vigorously.
He wasn't the only one smiling.
Photo credit: http://www.pollsb.com
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