Thursday, March 23, 2006

My Kids At a Wedding 2.12.2006

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my pretty Justine

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my dashing Jason

My Kids' Baby Pictures

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Justine at One (1997)

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Jason at One (2001)

Saturday, March 04, 2006

2 + 2 = 4



It was the week of long tests, where we had to review the school lessons for the past 2 or more months, the kids had to answer the sample test questions I made, and finally, had to hurdle their own tests in schools. When at last Friday came, we were all ready for rest and bonding. But we had “Marriage Keepers” Bible Study that night.

Hubby and I decided to bring the kids along. They could play around while we adults have fellowship. Besides, we would not be doing our regular Bible study that night because we had a visiting pastor who conducted a ‘Marriage Satisfaction Survey’ for his dissertation work.

As the pastor was distributing his questionnaires, he mentioned, “no cheating between couples, the ladies may remain seated here and the men please transfer to the sofa.” (Located on the other side of the room). I think we were not supposed to know what and how our spouses will answer. So, there was a lot of movements, chatting, comments, jokes all these time.

“If this is a Bible Study, why are you not studying your Bible?” my son loudly asked nobody in particular. Everybody laughed.

He stood beside where I was seated, looking at the survey questionnaire I have in my hand, “Do you have long test too?” Well, sort of. How do you explain a survey to a 5-year old boy?

The survey contains questions like I am supposed to rate the quality of our relationship, or how often we date, how often we laugh together and other detailed questions. So, it’s either we put down the number 1-5 rating or we encircle a number from 1-10 (1 lowest occurring, 10 most often occurring). It was several pages long!

After intently studying my ‘test paper’ for a long time, my son cupped his hand over his mouth and conspiratorially whispered to me, “mommy, remember, 2 + 2 = 4.” Then ran away! I laughed out so loud. The survey must have looked like a math test to him!