On Saturday, I got a visit from some nice, young Mormon missionaries. Frank doesn't know why I talked to them for so long, but I didn't mind a little spirituality. While I talked to them (in my PJs), I had the door open, just enough for Sydney to run out the door. They were very nice and corralled her back to my apartment. I opened the door and let her run back inside and closed the door.
I told my parents about the visit. Dad asked, "They didn't baptize her, did they?" Nope.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment