Richmond is full of vacation bible camps. In most cases, I gather, these are essentially week-long or two week-long summer substitutes for school or day care. Our younger grandson was enrolled in one. The campers are supposed to have a dollar each day to place in the offertory plate. But one day our guy came home, said his mom, with two dollars. When asked why, he replied that he'd bet his (5 year old too) girlfriend that Jesus would not come to the bible school on that day. My reaction would have been to congratulate him on finding what would appear to be pretty much a sure thing bet, but instead his mom marched him back to the church where they left the two dollars on the offertory plate.
Later, as more details emerged, it turned out that each day a teacher dressed as a different bible character visited the campers. And on the day our boy won his bet, it was Mary, not Jesus. Sometimes less information is a whole lot more fun.
He probably would have enjoyed this:
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Cute. Reminds me of the time I gave our older son money to pay for himself and his brother for the "green eggs and ham" brunch at their elementary school. Couple of days later, I asked the younger boy how he'd liked it. Turns out he never got green eggs and ham, because older brother spent the money to buy Pokemon cards instead.
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