Can I just admit that I will be a little sad not to take the kids to Vacation Bible School this week?
And not just because it gave me a little breather from all of the summer togetherness we got going on around here.
The kids had so much fun, and I was very impressed by their little performance at the end of the week. Francie was in the chorus and Fiver was a wolf in one skit and a blade of grass in the other. I know I am his mother, but he was the best darn blade of grass I have ever seen.
Especially when he yelled out to me from the front of the church: "Mom! Here I am! I am the grass! Do you see me? See my arms? I am GRASS waving in the WIND!"
He and his friends also had some pivotal lines in the show. Among them were these gems:
"LazarETH! LazarETH! Come out!" (He does not have a lisp. He just likes to say LazarETH instead of LazarUS.)
And my ALL-TIME favorite: "ShaLOBE, Grandma Jesus."
I believe the original line was "Shalom, Rabbi Jesus" but I think my son really felt that the scene needed some ad-libbing. Either that or his ears are really blocked.
In addition to the exciting VBS musical review, we enjoyed a little weekend trip out to Hershey, PA, also known as The Sweetest Place on Earth.
Hershey is great. They give you a piece of chocolate for parking your car. Seriously.
Rob checked into our hotel/resort and he came out with six full sized Hershey bars. Francie doesn't like chocolate bars (she's obviously a genetic anomaly), Bun can't eat them yet, and Fiver and Sally are still under parental control, so I'll let you guess how many full sized chocolate bars Rob and I ate this weekend. (Hint: more than four and less than six)
And now you see the primary reason why I could never live there. I mean, besides the fact that the whole town's color palette is predominantly brown.
Rob was presenting a lecture to a group of doctors, so the hotel was "taken care of," as they say. I would like to go on record as officially volunteering to be "taken care of" for the rest of my life because it rocks.
While Rob was sweating it out in front of his colleagues for an hour, the kids and I were stuffing our faces at the deluxe breakfast buffet and then watching all of the free Disney/HBO we could handle in our adjoining rooms. (We don't get the super cable package, so this was a treat.)
The only thing I didn't have time for was the Chocolate Spa, but I think that it probably worked out for the best anyway. They use chocolate in their treatments and it's probably frowned upon if I walk out of the spa licking myself. Even if I did get the Chocolate Fondue Wrap.
Besides, even though it's good for my waistline, part of me just sees that as a waste of perfectly good chocolate.
Would you take a bath in chocolate? Or are you with me in fearing that you might drink your treatment?
I just can't be too careful around chocolate.