At the tender age of 6, I was greatly influenced by television ads. After seeing a Brill Cream commercial numerous times that claimed one could have beautiful hair with just “a little dab,” I decided a whole tube would be even better!
Delighted to find the miraculous salve in our bathroom, I anointed my head with all of it. After I had finished, I revealed the new me to my surprised parents.
After multiple shampooings, it became obvious that the cleansing process would take time. For weeks whenever I ventured out in public, I wore my Easter hat, a scarf or other head wear to conceal my finely greased hair.
No matter how often my hair was washed, the ointment remained.
I learned an important lesson at that age: With some things it’s really true, “a little dab will do ya’.” –Lynette Kittle
After Sunday school class, little ones invariably need to have their hands and pockets checked for toys that just couldn’t be left behind at church, where they belong.
One Sunday I forgot to search little 20-month-old Ryan. When we got to the house after church, I noticed that he was keeping his fist clenched.
Uh-oh, that looks suspicious, I thought. I should have checked him out before we left his class.
“Ryan, come here,” I called. When he got close I asked, “What do you have in your hand?”
He opened his fist and replied
innocently, “Fingers!” –Kayla Kirkland
