A couple of weeks ago, while the dad-person and son-man were off on their Webelo camping adventure, the girls and I decided we should have a little fun ourselves and venture into the county seat to have dinner and enjoy a little ice cream treat.

We dined at my favorite Texas BBQ restaurant, and enjoyed a relaxing and delicious meal while giggling and talking.  Somehow, the conversation got around to the things that DD#1 has helped herself to (stolen. borrowed and forgot to return, etc.) from around the house – such as fabric, batting and thread from my sewing room, books from her dad’s collections, games of the other kids’ and the occasional DVD she’ll sneak into her room to watch on a laptop.

As she was trying to defend her actions, I asked her if she knew who the juvenile judge was in town, and she floundered…muttering and fluttering.  I explained that it was Ms. T’s husband (and they know Ms. T. from our local quilt group), and she had met him at a banquet.  Oh yeah, she knew who he was and she knew he was our county judge.

We laughed about it and went on to a dozen different conversations (as young girls are apt to do) and all of a sudden, her face gets read and she starts spewing her soda across the room.

“What in the world is the matter?” I inquired.

“LOOOOK!” she said, pointing out the window.

Is it just me thinking God was showing us His humor once again, or was it just perfect timing for Judge E. and Ms. T to show up for dinner at that moment???