So, you know that I spend my Sundays with the children at church, right? There’s one girl, not related to me, who never has a nice thing to say. In fact, she’s down-right rotten sometimes. For instance, last week we played a game with a bag of different items. Each item represented a job of the Holy Spirit, such as a blanket for “comforter”, soap for “purifier”, etc. As a child pulled out an item, we’d talk about what that represented. I called on Rude Girl because she just will not be denied (think Horshack). She pulled an apple out of the bag (“teacher”). And, in an obnoxiously loud voice, she said, “I chose the stupidest thing I could find.”
Well, you also know that one of my touch-points is nose-picking. Especially when it gets wiped on things that I might touch, like a chair at church. Rude Girl, in the front row, was going to town on her nose. I quietly set the box of tissues on the chair next to Rude Girl, which was empty. It’s usually empty. I’m not the only victim of her caustic comments. Picking up the box, and interrupting a brilliant flow of teaching from me, she hollers, “What’s this for?!?”
And said, in my best “gee, I tried to be discreet” voice, “Well, those are in case anyone’s nose gets itchy. Then, she could use a tissue.”
Now, I hadn’t set the whole thing up to embarrass her. I’m not that clever. But the evil part of me grinned that her own rudeness came back at her with such force.
It’s pathetic to have a 9 year old as a nemesis.