Yesterday, after church, I picked up the kids from the nursery and walked behind them as they ran to the church playground. Kiki climbed the playscape and hung from the bar over the slide making monkey sounds. Bunder filled a dump truck with mulch made from recycled tires.
After awhile, I set my iPhone alarm for two minutes as a warning. When the iPhone bells chimed, Bunder helped me put away the dump trucks. Kiki watched and waited.
We made our way into the nearby church office building to use the restroom. We tiptoed past the dark offices, down the shadowy hall toward the bathrooms on the opposite side of the corridor.
“Ooooooooo. It’s so dark in here,” Bunder whispers fascinated.
I say, “It’s dark, because the offices are closed. No one else is here.”
“Ooooooo. This is scary. Really, really scary,” Bunder comments excitedly.
I laugh, “It’s not scary. It’s just dark.”
“No. It’s REALLY scary. I bet the Mona Lisa lives here.”