I Hope They Call Me on a Mission

There's this munchkin called my sister.  She's totes presh, and obvi excited for my mish.  Her thoughts are similar to mine as in mission on the mind.  Only her's is a smidgen diff.  Because instead of thoughts like, "When I'm on a mission, will you write me?"  She says, "When you're on a mission, can I have your phone?"  Um...  she's 8.

So this little gremlin was crafting the other day.  As she often does.  Last week at church she learned about missionary work, and Primary is cutesy so they got these cutesy little name tags.  You know, the Future Missionary ones?  Well she crafted one for me.  Which is totes cutesy.  She taped it to my shirt.  And I of course, to please her, left it on.  

Until I forgot about it, and went on with my day.  And my day sure took me.  To the library, to get dinner, to the grocery store.  All the while I was wearing my Sister Missionary tag.  I laughed when I put on my pj's and saw it was still there.  I told the funny and only slightly embarrassing story to mother and Liz, to which Liz replied, "Well you're gonna have to get used to wearing a name tag sometime!"  Yes munchie, I am.  Thanks for helping me prep.