On Sunday my son received a note at (oddly enough) Sunday school asking for kids who want to be in the Christmas Play. I don’t think it’s fancy enough to be a pageant, but I may be mistaken. Anyway, we asked him if he’d want to do it.
“What do I do?”
“You can be a character from the manger. A wise man, or a shepherd, or…”
“Or a Power Ranger?”
A source says of Stewart’s guests Alexis and an unnamed male: “They were having a really good time.
“Martha went outside and sat on the swing. She was swinging and they were sitting right next to her on a bench.”
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four Young mothers and their small children. . . “You all have obsessions, ” he observed.
To the first mother, he said, “You are obsessed with eating. You’ve even named your daughter Candy.”
He turned to the second Mom. “Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child’s name, Penny.”
He turns to the third Mom. “Your obsession is alcohol. This too manifests itself in your child’s name, Brandy.”
At this point, the fourth mother gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and whispers, “Come on, Dick, we’re leaving.”