Melanie are you dressed?
"Yes, mom. I told him to put him down but he ain’t listening.
"We can’t leave him, mom. We’ll stop and get him a treat on our way back home, okay?
Ken answered reluctantly, hanging his head down sadly as he walked back down the hall to his room where Snoop’s kennel was kept. He was going to ask his mom once she saw how much of a big boy he was. And without any prodding from his mom this Sunday morning.
Mom turned the corner in a frenzy, mentally checking off her list.
Keys, purse, Bible... SH!#! She silently asked God for forgiveness for losing control of her language and hurried upstairs to retrieve her book.
As she chided herself for not telling Melanie to grab this week’s lesson, the phone rang.
Brring... Bbbrring... Bbrrriiinngg!!
She figured she’d pick it up as she entered her room.
"Just a minute!" she shouted as if the inanimate object could hear or answer back.