I used to work in Christian camp ministry for years in Wyoming. I also have had the pleasure of making several friends from Sheridan, WY. So when I walked into Qdoba in Sheridan yesterday I looked around to see if I might know someone. The camp I worked at put me into contact with hundreds of people from that town over the years.
I took with me 1 and 3 (sometimes my wife and I refer to our kids by order of birth, there is some contention as to where 2 and 3 belong because of age vs. when they joined the family). I have been known to on occasion act a like a boy when I am in public with my children, and this was one of those occasions. I grabbed Asher’s arms and held them over his head while standing in line to order our food. I then told my oldest that he should tickle his arm pits, a request that Isaac accepted immediately. Now to Asher’s credit, he warned me that if I did that again he was going to hit me in “the guts”. Since the line was long and I was feeling ornery I did it one more time.
When I finally let go of his arms, he turned around and landed two shots; one to the “guts” and one to the (rhythms with guts). As I am curling over in line at Qdoba I started to hope that no one would recognize the me.