…Remember this post?
Well, this time I was making hummus. And it was two girls that asked for something to eat. The same things ran through my head: the politics, the mouse asking for milk, and the verse.
And I still just couldn’t turn away.
I had half of a pita left over from dinner the night before, so I broke it in two, gave it to them, and turned back to my cooking.
But if you give a mouse a cookie, he not only asks for a glass of milk, but tells all of his friends where he got it.
But I only had that one piece of bread. So I began handing out pieces of candy.
And the whole neighborhood showed up. Kids I hadn’t even seen before, suddenly here at my back door. And Stephen laughing at me from the kitchen table.
It’s amazing how candy can draw kids from great distances. The idea of not taking candy from strangers? A foreign concept here.
One little girl about six was even striking up deals: if she showed the kids where to find candy, she could take a cut. They get the two pieces from me, and she takes one as they turn away.
Get candy, get candy, get candy.