I’ve got to tell you of this adorable thing that happened a couple days ago.
So I’m out shopping, and this adorable kid just pops up and starts asking me questions trying to figure out how he knew me.
Adorable kid: Hey, do you go to *insert church name*?
Me: Kind of sort of……
Adorable kid: Did you used to teach there?
Do you like bacon?
Me: YUS. I REALLY DO. YUS.
Adorable kid: IT’S JESSIE! I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN SO LONG!
Me: HIGH FIVE LITTLE MAN.
Ever wonder if it’s REALLY me you’re talking to?
You’ll know it’s me if I like Bacon.
I can’t help but wonder what this kid thinks of me.
It’s probably something like this:
What did I ever do to make him think I like bacon?
It can’t be the time I gathered a little kid army and wrote bacon all over the whiteboard,
or the time I told a group of kids that bacon will fix your hunger for anything ever.
It most definitely isn’t because I declared that there should be a national holiday where bacon is free everywhere.