Sage thrives on the local nursery gossip. Before we arrived home after church, I had already been well informed about Sage’s classmates.
“Banner got a little boo boo.”
“Lindsey had a cold, and Sister Weeks had a cold.”
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“Izzy was gone.”
"Abigail had gum in this side of her cheek and she chewed, chewed, chewed at church. It was from her dad."
Now I don’t claim to have been any different than Sage is when I was three. [I can tell you I was at least that gossipy in my journal from 5th grade on through all of high school]. But I hoped Sage would remember as much about the nursery lesson as she did about everyone’s ailments. So I gave her a little prompt in the spiritual direction.
“What was your lesson about, Sage?”
“I don’t know.”
“Was it about…” [as I read directly off the paper she brought home] “…things to taste or smell?”
“I don’t know.”
Interesting. It looks like someone’s got a selective memory. Then again, how could the body’s sense of smell stand a chance against juicy information about Banner’s boo boo? I’m sure Sage will keep us posted.
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Maybe it's a sign . . . a future ahead in the medical field. --Mom
She reminds me of another relative that loved gossip, one who liked to announce to the world that her younger sister was sneaking a smooch on the swingset!
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