A couple of weeks ago I'd made supper--yep, I actually cooked a whole meal. Anyway, then we were pushed for time to get to Awana. I got there & could smell supper on my shirt. It was like I'd been to a soup supper! I told my yellow sparks group that I was sorry because I smelled like supper. I almost couldn't stand myself!
Anyway, this one little boy sat by me during their council time & kept grabbing my arm & smelling it, saying "I want to eat your shirt!" He was so funny.
At Awana on Wednesday he & I sat by each other again (he & I are kind of buddies) & he smelled my shirt--put his nose right on my arm! He just wanted to see if I smelled like supper again...
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