FBF Winners
Two winners today:
1. Jenny Jackson
2. Greg and Kimberly
email me your top three choices (from the new picture below) and your addresses. brosam (at) gmail dot com.
1. So lately Kid C has been obsessed with Good vs. Evil, and he has taken this theme and used it to view Jesus vs. Satan.
Kid C: “Brodi, you’re the best.”
Me: “Thanks.”
Kid C: “Wanna know who’s not the best?”
Me: “Who?”
Kid C: “Satan.”
I nod my head. You can’t argue with that.
And the other day, in the car, Kid C was worried we were going to run out of gas. He kept begging me to go get gas, and when I told him we had plenty, he mumbled, “Jesus has more gas than you.”
He’s also become aware that there are evil people in the world. He was trying to come to terms with this fact last weekend in the car. Sam and I tried to be dutiful parents and help him out.
Kid C: “There are mean people in the world, right?”
Me: “Yep. Unfortunately, there are too many mean people.”
Kid C (looking around): “But I can’t see them anywhere.”
Me: “Yeah, usually you can’t see them.”
Kid C: “So if I can’t see them, they’re not there. If I can’t see them, that means there are no mean people.”
At this teaching moment, Sam and I both started to speak. Sam assumed we were both going to say the same thing, and, being a gentleman, deferred to me to speak.
So I turn around to Kid C and say: “C, just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not there. For example, just because you can’t see the bogeyman in your closet at night doesn’t mean-”
Sam cuts me off: “Bro!”
Me: “What?”
Sam: “I was thinking this would be a good time to teach him something about faith.”
Kid C: “Who’s in my closet?”
Whoops.
Me: “No one, buddy. You need to have faith that no one is in your closet at night.”
2. And now, please participate in a little survey:
Recently I had a couple people ask me what the secret is to getting people to comment.
My answer: I haven't the slightest idea. So I thought I would pose the question to all y'all. What makes you comment on someone's blog? Do you have to feel comfortable? Do you answer questions? Do you only comment when aliens with bananas are mentioned? (Sorry, that's just a personal rule) Do you only comment if it's a contest? Would you rather snort cinnamon juice than comment, and no amount of bananas and aliens is gonna change your mind?
Let me know, if you get a chance. And let me say thanks to all of you who make the comments section such a fun discussion forum. Or snarkfest. Or whatever it is we do in the comments section.
I'll have a rundown of the James Dashner event on Friday.
Two winners today:
1. Jenny Jackson
2. Greg and Kimberly
email me your top three choices (from the new picture below) and your addresses. brosam (at) gmail dot com.
1. So lately Kid C has been obsessed with Good vs. Evil, and he has taken this theme and used it to view Jesus vs. Satan.
Kid C: “Brodi, you’re the best.”
Me: “Thanks.”
Kid C: “Wanna know who’s not the best?”
Me: “Who?”
Kid C: “Satan.”
I nod my head. You can’t argue with that.
And the other day, in the car, Kid C was worried we were going to run out of gas. He kept begging me to go get gas, and when I told him we had plenty, he mumbled, “Jesus has more gas than you.”
He’s also become aware that there are evil people in the world. He was trying to come to terms with this fact last weekend in the car. Sam and I tried to be dutiful parents and help him out.
Kid C: “There are mean people in the world, right?”
Me: “Yep. Unfortunately, there are too many mean people.”
Kid C (looking around): “But I can’t see them anywhere.”
Me: “Yeah, usually you can’t see them.”
Kid C: “So if I can’t see them, they’re not there. If I can’t see them, that means there are no mean people.”
At this teaching moment, Sam and I both started to speak. Sam assumed we were both going to say the same thing, and, being a gentleman, deferred to me to speak.
So I turn around to Kid C and say: “C, just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not there. For example, just because you can’t see the bogeyman in your closet at night doesn’t mean-”
Sam cuts me off: “Bro!”
Me: “What?”
Sam: “I was thinking this would be a good time to teach him something about faith.”
Kid C: “Who’s in my closet?”
Whoops.
Me: “No one, buddy. You need to have faith that no one is in your closet at night.”
2. And now, please participate in a little survey:
Recently I had a couple people ask me what the secret is to getting people to comment.
My answer: I haven't the slightest idea. So I thought I would pose the question to all y'all. What makes you comment on someone's blog? Do you have to feel comfortable? Do you answer questions? Do you only comment when aliens with bananas are mentioned? (Sorry, that's just a personal rule) Do you only comment if it's a contest? Would you rather snort cinnamon juice than comment, and no amount of bananas and aliens is gonna change your mind?
Let me know, if you get a chance. And let me say thanks to all of you who make the comments section such a fun discussion forum. Or snarkfest. Or whatever it is we do in the comments section.
I'll have a rundown of the James Dashner event on Friday.
