On August 16, 2007 Junior Babyboy Smith was processed through immigration in Chicago as the newest American citizen. A year later we still have opportunities to have first experiences. This weekend it was fishing. On Saturday we headed off to Academy for fishing poles. I have not fished in decades nor has Lorea. I have an issue with hurting animals, that includes worms and fish, but I will lay it down for the entertainment of this young boy. After practising for a while with the new Scooby Doo pole in the pool we were ready, all we needed were some night crawlers. Sunday, Akins awoke at 6:30am and came into to the bedroom fully dressed including boating shoes and says "Mommy-O, I am ready". Gosh, I wish Monday through Friday was that easy. So, after checking out boat rentals with no luck we went off to some urban lakes. In total we visited three and caught a whole lot of nothing. The fish were smarter than us today, but for Akins you would have thought we caught millions. Following are some photos of the days event and below are some of the funny comments that also came.
After about 50 questions of Mommy-O, what is .... (fill in almost anything and you will get the picture) Lorea jumped in to try and save me.
Lorea: "Honey Mommy doesn't know everything".
Akins: "Yes she do, she knows blue, and red and green and abc and jki"!
Well, that about sums it up!
In between lakes we stopped for lunch and ended up chatting briefly with some women who invited us to their church where there just happens to be some Liberians (so maybe we will go, anyway that will probably be another post). Since we had just discussed church the following occurred.
Akins: "Mommy, is that a church"?
Mommy: "Uh, no honey that is really not a church."
Akins: "Oh, what's that called"?
Mommy: "Hooters".
2 comments:
Akins, my boy, listen to your Uncle Scott when he tells you this...man to man...that place is better than church!!
Now, if you're looking for your prayers to be answered...you may want to go to church (there isn't a man alive who's prayers were answered at Hooters - trust me on this one!)
But hey, you'll never fall asleep at Hooters. There's no Gregorian chants...no hand bell choirs...no confusing use of the words "thee", "thou", "hast", "begotten", or "befall".
And the women's names in Hooters are easy to pronounce (Katie, Jill, and Misty - versus Abishag, Milcah, Diblaim, and my favorite, DORCAS! Look it up!). And best of all you will never, ever miss the beginning of an NFL game at Hooters!
Having said all that...I want to thank you, Akins. After reading what you said, I'm going to smile a little bigger the next time I hear a pastor make reference to us living in the "bosom of the lord."
Mommy-O...did you notice how I held off on any references to frozen chicken and how it's prepared???? That wasn't easy!
I was going to post and say that for some, Hooters is church, but then I read Scott's post and who can compete with that. So instead I will say, probably for the first and last time, Akins...Listen to Scott.
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