Speaking of kids…

BY CRAIG WENZEL

Penny and I went to Pierre last weekend for the baptism for Londyn, our beautiful new grand daughter. It was a wonderful event as we watch Matt and Amber’s family grow.

Armed with four grandparents, also including Peggy and Gaylan Losing, and a set of great grandparents, Elmer and Myrna Losing, Alpena, we set out for the Pierre Methodist Church and the big event.

While two-month old Londyn was a perfect angel, her three year old big brother, Layne, was not. I actually thought I saw a halo of light surrounding the baby as she laid in her daddy’s arms, staring at a picture of Jesus as it was glowing in a stained glass window on the south side of the church. I hadn’t noticed a halo anywhere near Layne during the first half hour of the Sunday morning service.

“Grandpa, will you go to the play room with me,” he semi-whispered, figuring I was his next best chance at escape.

“Yes, I will, but we have to be back in time for Londyn’s baptism,” I told him.

Layne beat me through the swinging doors that led out of the sanctuary (he was willing to run in church while I was not). He made a quick left past the playroom, and headed down a pretty long corridor. I picked up the pace as he made another left.

By this time I WAS running in church, just not in front of the crowd.

The little fella made another quick left turn at the end of the hallway, slid up a small flight of old stairs with me on his tail.

Oh boy, something’s wrong here! I could see the pianist’s rear end, the guy who had been playing guitar, the back sides of the ministers and the faces of a whole lot of people who I had been reluctant to run in front of. Layne had found his way to the choir loft!

With an arm that was suddenly made of stretchy rubber, I made one desperate grasp, caught the child by the back of his shirt and stopped my forward progress just as we began to appear in broad daylight before God, country and what would have been some pretty embarassed parents.

“Whew!… that was close.

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Ken and Deb Lindblad spent a couple of days with their camper and their grandkids in the Springs city park last weekend. The Huron couple — she’s Joel Sorben’s niece– just enjoy the lifestyle in Springs and try to make it here at least a couple of times a year.

Six year old Kaleb and four year old Paige are a couple of great –active– kids who were having a ball with the playground, swimming pool, etc. in the park.

I happened to notice two little windup kitchen timers in the camper and asked about it. “It’s for time out when we’re bad,” Kaleb announced to me. “Did you know that ten minutes is a weally long time? he asked.

This young man has a great mind. “When your mommy has her back turned, you should turn the timer forward so it takes less time,” I whispered in his ear (Yes, I always give anti-discipline advice to six year olds).

“Mommy puts it out of my weach,” he confided to me.

Yes, Kaleb, ten minutes is a weally long time when you are six years old.

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