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I'm Nadine. Thanks for stopping by. The floors are creaky, the kids are loud, but the door's always open and the coffee's always on.

Make yourself at home.

My Pint-Sized Protector

Today, Matt and I taught 6-10 year olds at church.

Last month, one of the 8-year-olds — let's call him Bud — insisted that he didn't remember me. (I taught him when he was 5.) This morning, however, he changed his tune.

BUD: I remember you now. ME: Yeah? I guess I'm pretty old now. I'm even married. To Matt, that guy over there. BUD: You married HIM?! And you didn't even invite me to the wedding.


BUD (to Matt): You're married? MATT: Yep. BUD: Where's your ring? (Grabbing his right hand.) MATT: Right here. On my left hand. BUD: I got my eye on you. You better treat her right.

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