Last night at scouts (I'm the new commissioner, you know. It sounds very important. I'm still pretty clueless unto what it means.) I was chatting with Tralee's Primary teacher who told me a story that made me giggle uncontrollably for several seconds.
A few weeks ago in Tralee's Primary class all the children were coloring a picture of a few men in Sunday suits giving a girl a blessing. Tralee colored all the suits pink and purple, of course. One of the boys saw Tralee's masterpiece and said, "Boys don't wear pink suits!" Tralee NEVER wants to be wrong --not in the slightest-- so her reply was as follows:
"Oh yeah! Well my daddy has a pink suit and he wears it at home for us all the time!"
Oh my! I told Jim about his imagined pink suit and he thought it was awesome. We'll have to keep our eye out for a pink suit, and maybe one of these Sundays Jim will show up to church looking like this:
I can just see the controversy it would stir up with all of the five-year-olds in Tralee's class!
Tralee would be so proud!