At 10:00 a.m. every day, my pregnant wife’s stomach demands a food sacrifice be offered unto it.
Today at 10:00 a.m. we were in Sunday school.
“Do you think maybe you could, um, go to the store to get some snacks, Chaddy?” Becki inquired.
“Um, Sunday school just started, honey,” I said. “I bet there’s something in the church kitchen.”
So I went into the church kitchen and found some bread and some marshmallows.
I put the marshmallows between two slices of bread, microwaved it, and handed it to Becki, all wrapped in a paper towel.
“Oh, I don’t know about that, Chad,” she said. “It might not taste so – MMM!!!” It took all of two seconds for her doubts to dissipate. Then she made me try it.
I’m glad she liked it. That’s all I will say.
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7 comments
Jennifer Harris Dault says:
Mar 27, 2011
I think it is funny that you seem to be the one making her eat seemingly odd combinations.
Holly Johnston says:
Mar 27, 2011
That’s my Becki!
Well Alyssa made cinnamon rolls today and I think Paul ate either eight or nine of them. I think she ate two. He was afraid if she ate too many that Slimer would get very sick. 
Ha! We know why you really ate them all, Paul! 
alyssa johns says:
Mar 27, 2011
ummm, tell becki to put some snacks in her purse for these types of situations? guess that wouldn’t have made a good story though.
Chad Thomas Johnston says:
Mar 27, 2011
Uh, seriously, there was NOTHING ELSE IN THE KITCHEN, Jennifer Harris-Dault.
Katie says:
Mar 27, 2011
Becki ate white bread! She was never a fan of white bread. I guess pregnancy cravings trump ALL pre-pregnancy appetites.
Becki says:
Mar 28, 2011
but katie it wasn’t a craving, he just made it for me! and alyssa- i normally have snacks with me, but I didn’t bring one for church because they usually have some sort of snack next to the coffee bar… not this sunday!
Susan P. says:
Mar 29, 2011
Becki/Chad, for future emergencies, you could probably pilfer something from the children’s choir cupboard over the sink in the kitchenette at the back of the sanctuary. There are usually spare snacks there. I’ll never tell.
True confessions: I once actually took a box of crackers from the food pantry at church in a moment of desperation when I was pregnant. (OK, OK, I replaced them later!) I literally thought I would die, or at least pass out, from hunger. Fun times! LOL