A Friendly Little Game

My middle daughter, Andrea, is a senior at my wife's and my alma-mater. She is a member of the student executive council. She is, what you might call, the student chaplain on the campus. She has a more official title, but you get the idea. ( Check out my November 14, 2007 post for further information about her).

One of her duties is to provide a t-shirt for the members of her council. When it comes to needing any illustration I am her "go to guy." So, while she was home for Christmas we came up with the idea of taking noted Christian figures and depicting them together having a friendly game of poker. This is what I came up with. See if you can figure out who is who. (Click on the image for a larger view.)

In the mean time, and in a further effort to embarrass my daughter, I wanted to share a story about her that I posted on Kelly Jean's blog (See the bottom of my Feb. 8th post) for an interesting little contest that she held. (Kelly used a bird, of all things, to pick the winner of her contest. I didn't win and I'm calling for a re-beak!!) Some of you have read this story there already, so I've included this photo of Andrea from the approximate age of when the "event" occurred - for your entertainment pleasure.

A Brief Moment On an Arizona Freeway

Some years ago, when our children were little we were making our way on an Inter-state through down town Phoenix, when my wife and I heard the familiar cry of, "I need to go to the bathroom!," coming from our middle daughter, then probably four - now 21. (She's going to hate me for telling this.)

ALL the girls in our family were given a pea size bladder (from their mother) and I've been trained learned to be as agreeable as I can be when it comes to their bathroom issues on our trips.

BUT, there was NO bathroom in sight. Not a tree, not a bush anywhere - nothing but flat concrete and asphalt.

She was DESPERATE!!!

The ONLY place I could find to pull over was the triangle of pavement between the lanes of the Inter-state and a large entrance ramp. My wife said, "What are you doing?" I said, "I'll just hold her up (as I have many times before) and let her go pee.

So, I stop our mini-van, ran over to the side door, cradled my daughter like a swing between my legs and told her to GO!!!

THEN she said, "I've got to poop!" "What?" "I've got to poop Daddy!"

What was I going to do? She's there, she's loaded and she's ready, and boy was she ready. I told her to hurry up and go!!

I'm telling you that child must have evacuated her entire intestinal system with one push! I couldn't believe (and I'll spare you the details) the THING that came out of my child.

The girl looked like she had one loooong brown tail hanging from her backside. (Oops - sorry, I gave some details) The people passing by must have said, "What's that guy doing with that monkey dangling between his legs?"

That's all it took. One push and she was DONE! I threw her back in the van, turned and ran to my seat, and drove off - leaving the evidence of our moment on an Arizona freeway behind us.

A few years later we drove by that very same spot and saw a very healthy tree growing out of the asphalt. Who would have thought? There's a silver lining to every poo story.

That's just one of the family tales (pun intended) that gets retold by us when we start talking about the good-o-days.

The End (another pun that is intended)