God Doesn't Like Ugly

Since we have been studying the Byzantine Empire here at Green Valley Academy, we took a little field trip to the Greensboro Greek Festival. Opa!

Before chowing down on gyros, we took a tour of the local Greek Orthodox church, learning about the rich symbolism in the church's architecture and design. I was surprised how engaged Timothy seemed to be along with his big sister.

From there, we went home to finish up our science lesson, as we have been learning about the planet Mercury. Having little atmosphere to offer it protection, Mercury has been pelted with asteroids over the years, resulting in a crater-covered surface.

As a hands-on activity, my daughter and I decided to "make craters". Taking a huge bowl of flour outside, I instructed Anna Ritchie to go into the yard to find a rock. We would then toss the rock into the flour . . . and presto . . . instant crater.

So . . . off she went, returning with rock in hand.

Well, that was . . . until her rock was soon discovered to be a piece of dried poop from our Boston Terrier.

I laughed! She shrieked in disgust! A priceless moment . . .

Running inside to wash her hands, I followed her in to offer a good ole ribbing.

Entering into the bathroom where Timothy and Teressa were, I proceeded to say, "Anna Ritchie was told to get a rock and came back with something quite different!"

My wife, in defense of our daughter remarked, "That may be, but while you are picking on your daughter, did you realize are standing barefooted in a puddle."

Sure enough. Timothy had tried to use the potty, and missed. I was standing squarely in the middle of "Timothy tinkle" . . . being reminded: God doesn't like ugly.