Friday, June 13, 2008

More Stuff

The other day, wonder of wonders, my daughter gave me a pencil to sharpen. I worked on it for several minutes, but couldn't quite get down to the lead. I looked at it carefully, then, took out my pocket knife and split it open. The pencil had no lead. Not an ounce. In my 37+ years I've never seen such a thing.

Come quickly, Lord Jesus. Come quickly.

Yesterday, Will was combing his hair, which he never does. He looked at a picture of St Paul that I had on the table, who was holding the Scriptures in one hand and a sword in the other. Intrigued by the sword, he said, "I want my hair to look like him."

"He's bald, son," I said.


Scott Lyons said...

Not that there's anything wrong with being bald, Dan.

Dan said...

Both stories made me laugh out loud.

And as to being bald, haven't you heard? "Bald" is the new "hairy."

Dan said...

I suddenly had a flash of an insight: I think being bald was Paul's thorn in the flesh.

Oh, how he suffered, how he suffered...

alison said...

OK, I just laughed out loud reading, "Oh, how he suffered, how he suffered..."

Still laughing.

Dan said...


Speaking of appears that the only ones of us who are bald are Tom and me, though Jon T. is on his way.