Joy and Faith were whispering in the bathroom. “Girls!” I put on my mom voice, “you need to go to your rooms for quiet time.” They came out snickering and I noticed Joy was hiding a little booklet. “What’s going on?” I asked. They hemmed and hawed, but neither one said anything. It all seemed very suspicious.
Finally, Faith being the older sister said that Joy was telling her a secret and that she could not tell. I looked at Joy. She nodded her head up and down with a grin plastered on her face. A few more moments went by and I gathered that it was something about a boy, but she didn’t want to tell me so I let it go, and they went to their rooms.
After quiet time I had practically forgotten the whole thing. Joy came to me and asked, “Mom, how old are you?”
I took a deep breath, “Forty.” It’s still hard for me to say.
“Okay then I’ll tell you when you’re fifty!”
(Joy gave her consent for me to share this little story that made me laugh!)