I took The Dear Sweet Husband to meet "the Christian lady" (as we have dubbed her - sounds like a character on SNL) yesterday morning. Thinking she was the best option of the four I'd seen, I brought along my chequebook just in case.
Within the first five minutes, I knew the chequebook wouldn't be coming out of my bag...
Unlike the first visit, the kids were awake so we had a chance to meet them. Three very nice little boys sitting 'round the kitchen table quietly playing with some playdough. We sang a few rounds of "The A says Ah, the B says Buh," etc. and they were very eager to make playdough things for us.
One of the little boys (the only one not belonging to the owner) proudly held up a purple heart that he'd made for me and loudly pronounced, "What's in my heart?"
I naively said, "I don't know."
To which this adorable little three-year-old insisted, "yes you do. It's Jesus!"
I may as well have been having a conversation with Rod Flanders. That's a Simpsons joke in case you missed it.
Well that pretty much clinched it for us. Back to the drawing board.