If you were to walk up to a candy dish (filled to the brim with candy!), would you pass it, and keep on walking? Let me rephrase that question with one more detail: you're 7 years old; now, would you keep on going -- or stop?! Next question: it's out in the open, so would you free to help yourself to a piece of candy out of the dish?
After school pickup yesterday, Conor and I spent some time with one of my friends, and her daughters. The kids played, and my friend and I spent the time catching up on lost time. After about an hour of playtime, I realized we needed to get home. We said our goodbyes, and off we went! As we pulled into the garage, Conor came up to the front of the car, and laid a handwritten note next to me. He grabbed a pen out of the console, and handed it to me. "Mommy, sign on the line, please. If you don't sign, I'll have to go to the principal's office tomorrow.". Seemed urgent. I read the note. It was a note from Conor, himself. (see below (: )
I told Conor to show Daddy his note. His face got flush in color. Taking the note from my hand, Conor went inside to (meet his destiny!) find Jim. This is what I heard, "but, Dad, I didn't take the candy off of Father Toole's desk; it was on the lady's desk!". Father Toole, beloved priest, and friend to all. Doesn't get much sweeter than that. Love... would never allow you to steal a piece of candy!
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