Boy Child and I were on a walk last night. It's a bit chilly here in East Tennessee (chilly for us anyway) and we both had on jackets. Boy Child told me, as we made our way down the winding road, that he was not allowed to wear his hood up while he was in school. He wondered, aloud, what the reason for this could possibly be. I gave him my thoughts.
We came upon a family on the path. A large family who seemed completely unconcerned they were covering THE ENTIRE PATH and totally being rude. But whatever. The Boy Child moved behind me as we passed and I said to them, "Good evening!"
The totally ignored me.
Okay, not true. They looked at me. And said nothing.
We walked on.
"That was kind of rude," said the Boy Child.
"Do you think they think we're in a gang?"
"I have my hoodie on. Do you think they think we're in a gang?"
"Son. My hoodie is PINK. What kind of gang would we be in? A PowerPuff Girl gang?"
He considered that for a moment.
"We can be in a gang that likes to bake and loves Jesus," he decided.
He then did a high kick and shouted, "We kick ass for the Lord!"
Y'all. I'm not positive. But I'm pretty sure that there will never, ever, EVER be anyone good enough for him.