Last Friday we had the opportunity to feed the missionaries. Since Evelyn is a little shy with strangers, I decided to prep her for the coming visit. I told her the missionaries were coming to eat with us. Missionaries, I told her, are people who go out and tell people about Jesus. They are also a lot like Jesus; they help people and make them feel happy. She was enchanted, and the rest of the day prattled on about "Eating Jesus," or something to that effect.
When the missionaries showed up, Evelyn was in love as soon as they shook her hand. I kept trying to tell her that you aren't supposed to flirt with the missionaries, but she didn't get it. She monopolized their attention the whole night, demanding to throw balls with them and getting involved with the spiritual thought they left us: "God needs us to share the gospel with our neighbors..." "yes...uh huh!" she'd say, nodding her head seriously.
Now, every time we see any guys in suits (ie. at church, at JCW's when all the business men are at lunch, the doctor....) she gets all excited and tugs at my pant leg, points and squeals: "Mama!! Missionowies!!!"
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