So grade-schooler Emily Hughes saw me yesterday morning at church about 9:00. Her eyes were bright as usual. With great enthusiasm she asked if I would like to have her spray some stuff on in my mouth that tasted really good. She held up a small bottle of something; what I could not tell.
Now I've been around part of the block. I knew by her wrinkling nose and insincere talk that she was playing a trick on me. I was fairly certain it wasn't poison. But, hey, I'm a grandpa and why not make this cutie's day? Right? Wrong. Bad move.
Emily sprayed and sprayed. Oh! It was so terribly bitter! And she died laughing. I'm always good for causing people to laugh. But I could not get that bitter taste to go away. As it came closer to preach I realized I had made a very bad calculation.
So? I'm friends now with Emily Hughes. I made her day...or part of it anyway. But the next time a kid comes up with some miracle spray, I am pretty sure I'll pass.