This past week we have driven ten miles one way every morning to drop the girls off at Vacation Bible School. We being myself and my four-year-old Little Guy along with the girls. He is too young to attend VBS so he heads back home with me.

     This particular morning while turning the corner from the church, I noticed a yard sale in front of a small business halfway up the block. Screeech! I brake for yard sales and this one looked promising as there were more than just a couple of tables set up. Little Guy excitedly jumped from the van (I've taught him well) and we both hurried over. We shopped and found nothing, so hand in hand we headed back to the van. 

     Nearing the van we suddenly were startled by a loud siren. We then noticed a firetruck turning the corner in front of us and pulling up beside a parked car that had it's hood up. Smoke was billowing up from the inside of the car. We hurriedly walked up the street  to get a better look. Other emergency vehicles were pulling up just as we arrived at the scene. We stood watching along with other curious passerbys as a fireman hosed the engine of the car down with water. Gradually the engine stopped smoking and we then started our walk back to the van. 

      Little Guy then asked if he could play at the park that was directly across the street from the church where I had just dropped the girls off. Thinking why not, we walked over to the park and Little Guy immediately began playing on the climbing wall. He soon tired of that and wanted me to swing him. So I pushed him in the swing for what I thought was long enough and we then headed back to the van.

     Once in, I looked at the clock and had to chuckle. It was only 9:25! We had shopped at a yard sale, been to a fire smoking, and played at the park for a total of 25 minutes. And all had been less than a blocks distance. Only in a small town.

Blessings, Julie