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Sweet.

E. had his first grade program last night.

He needed a white shirt, and being a mom of practical mindset, I've never bought him a solid white shirt. So after school, we headed over to Shopko (the nearest store to our house) to pick one up.

As we pulled into the parking lot I said,

"We should pray so we don't have to run all over town looking for a white shirt..."

"Okay," said E.

I began, "Jesus, help us find a white shirt in E.'s size right here at Shopko. Help it to be the kind he wants and help it to be less than twenty dollars."

E. continued, "And Lord, if you're going to answer this prayer really nicely, let it be less than ten dollars."

He answered our prayers.

To the tune of a long sleeved white button down with a sweet clip-on tie.
For $17.99.
I guess maybe God was too busy to change the sale signs at Shopko yesterday just for us...

The program was great.

E. was a hippo.

Love a school program.

Comments

  1. He's a handsome devil!

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  2. Cathy,
    Your E is melting my heart with that wink! Cute stuff there!

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