Scotch Whiskey Old Smuggler (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
At my children’s Sunday School class, their teacher, a friend of mine who relayed to me this story, was teaching a lesson on stewardship. “One example of stewardship is when you do something for someone else,” she told the class. “It’s kind of like having a job. Do any of you have jobs?” she asked them. My ten-year-old daughter raised her hand and said, “I have a job. My dad pays me to bring him scotch.”
Claire, mother of 5
Ouch. That’s embarrassing.
Btw, my blog moved to memyselfandkids.com
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I saw that your blog moved. There isn’t a like button there anymore. 😦
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There is one – related to facebook.
Comments are cool too!
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You expect me to TYPE something? On the COMPUTER? Unheard of! 😉
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Ahh, come on. Break down & do it. Stretch yourself.
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Ooh, talk about a zinger. Ouch! 🙂
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Oh goodness.. now that is definitely hilarious 😉
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I certainly got a big kick out of it. Claire, the mom, chased me down to tell me it, knowing about my blog. Very good (and brave) of her!
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Noooooooo!!!!!!! Bless her. If it helps a child at the school I work at told us mummy and daddy were playing trampoline on the bed and daddy was bouncing on mummy! Don’t you just love kids. So Daddy has a drinking problem, he can’t get his own. What a great story.
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Oh dear!
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Very funny!! This reminds me of my brothers promising to pay me a dime to go up to my mother and say a naughty word while she was on the phone. Egad!
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Haha! That’s horrible. I like it.
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A job is a job and in the end you get paid. I like the answer of your daughter.
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