Vacation Bible School and Strangers

Aliza started Vacation Bible School today.  A lady whose backyard backs up to our backyard is driving Aliza and several of the neighborhood kids to the Baptist church where apparently they have clowns, mini donuts, and a carnival on the last day.

When this lady first started talking about it last week, offering to drive the kids over there, I thought, sure.  I let my kid get into a car with a total stranger at least once a week, why not?  Then she started asking me pointed questions about the boys and how they were doing, and I realized, I'm supposed to know her.  I don't recognize her, but apparently she knows me......but for the life of me I can't place her.

This happens a lot.  Although usually said person acknowledges that I don't know them by saying something like "I know you don't know me, but I know your boys from....."

Then later Aliza tells me the lady lives "where Honey lives."  Oh, Honey.  The little golden-colored poodle that lives behind us.  Now, Honey I do recognize.

I should mention here too that it doesn't surprise me when Aliza knows neighbors that I don't know.  A couple of weeks ago I met someone who moved into the cul-de-sac down the road from us about a year ago.  After I introduced myself she immediately says, "oh, I know your daughter."  Seems that she lives in what must be the coolest house on this street, because there's a swirly slide attached to their back deck.  And when they were moving in, my nosy daughter happened by on her bike, noticed the slide, and marched right up to ask if she could have a go.

So she's off to Vacation Bible School now, and I'm going to go check my bible to see where mini donuts and clowns are mentioned.  Must be New Testament.