Grecian burger deluxe
Teak, who is 5, was beginning to feel the press of a long prayer (The “Prayers of the People”) at church, and it didn’t help that I, at the other end of the row, could hear him shout in a whisper, “But this is taking too LOOOONG!” which meant that people in front and behind could hear quite easily. Ah. How spiritually motivating. And then, as I took him out to class during Announcements, before the Scripture was to be read, he starts to freak, so I pick him up, he freaks some 
more, and while I try to put him down he claws my face like a cat with attitude and with as much animal kingdom loyalty to elders as a feline might have, and so we walk out the back of the sanctuary, which holds 800 people, and I smile as if to say, “Yes, this is my son and, yes, I am in a senior management position at this church…everything is under control. The 5-year-old Will Pay.” The fault lied, actually, with our rushing the kids to get ready for church and Carter zipping up a part of his body that still hurt hours later. Guys, all together now: OUCH. But we ended the evening throwing the wild animals a bone – a dinner at Big Nick’s on 77th and Broadway. Teak was happy, even though his food came last. Teak was happy, and so, therefore, was I.
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This is a really good piece. I appreciate its humor and brevity. The sentence about being in senior management is very funny. I could envision Teak’s lack of patience with a service that is so “looong.” And the punchline made me smile.
I had intended to drop by last night, but I got so involved with writing my own post that I missed the midnight deadline and forgot about the time difference anyway. And, of course, I was so ashamed and felt so guilty because I could have contributed to the rising numbers of readers of this blog, helped you make your personal goal, and possibly have played a significant role in your budding career as a blogger and writer. But alas…I hope Ben Franklin was wrong when he wrote, “Promises may fit the friends, but non-performance will turn them into enemies.”