i worked summer camps for 100 years. one of my fondest memories was when i worked for the wilmington ymca. we were asked to do a "devotion" which was some down-time for the kids and it was supposed to contain a good message - even though most of the time i spent the "devotion" telling them funny stories.
but one time i tried to be really serious and tell talk about buddhism. i was describing how large and jolly buddha was. i mentioned that if you had this guy over to your house for pizza one night he could probably finish off 18 pizzas himself. for 5 whole minutes before that comment i actually had 30 eight and nine-years olds interested in what i was saying. but right after i mentioned the pizza party a little voice piped up from the back (his name was thomas) and said "holy shit". i totally lost it. i had a really hard time telling the rest of the story. even now it makes me crack up and get teary because it's so funny.
i couldn't get too mad at him because, really, 18 pizzas is a shitload of food.
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