Skip to main content

A Chompo Bar for Lauren

Charlie and I went to the book store to get Lauren a study Bible for her twelfth birthday. I laid the Bible on the checkout counter when Charlie came to a realization, "That present is from you and Papa. I want to get Lauren a present from me!" Perhaps the array of candy right at his eye level helped his line of thinking but at any rate I could tell by the enthusiasm in Charlie's voice that we could not leave without a present just from him.

"OK. What do you think Lauren would like?"

"How 'bout these chocolates?"

"Lauren doesn't really like chocolate."

"How 'bout these chocolates?"

"I repeat, Lauren doesn't like chocolate."

"Oh. Then these. What are these?"

"Cinnamon candies. I think they might be too spicy. How about this?" I held up a roll of Orange Creme Life Savers."

He studied the wrapper with great deliberation. "That's not shareable. I want to get something to share."

"OOOH, so what you are looking for then is a Chompo Bar?"


It's been a while since we've read A Birthday for Francis so Charlie looked quizzically at my raised eyebrows. "What?"

"Never mind. The Life Savers are shareable."

"OK. Let's get them!" So we did. And then I explained for a long time how Lauren's presents were a secret and how he could not tell her and that if he wanted to talk about them he could only whisper about them to me when we were alone. And he wanted to know how alone, like when Lauren was in the same room but not sitting on the same sofa. And I said no, only when we couldn't see Lauren. And I repeated this several times.

When we got home Charlie got distracted with his sword and his radio control car with the dead battery and he forgot all about the presents so this morning we were able to surprise Lauren with her Chompo Bar...err...Life Savers. We didn't give her the other presents until dinner when Stuart came home but Charlie couldn't wait until dinner for Lauren to open his so early this morning before breakfast, he handed his little wrapped package to her.

"Here, Lauren. It's for you. It's for sharing! Open it! Open it!" Charlie said, jumping up and down, waving the goods in front of her.

Lauren opened her Life Savers and she was excited because she does like orange cream anything. "Thank you, Charlie."

And Charlie who had been waiting for two days to share, commenced to lay out his plan. "You get one. And give one to Mama and one to John and Faith and Claire and save one for Papa. Then give one to me and you get all the rest. "All the rest" turned out to be only four but Charlie is way better at sharing than Francis.

Comments

Sarah said…
This is my favorite Frances story. I've read it over and over to the kids and they all know about the Chompo bar and Frances' original spelling.

Happy Birthday Lauren! We miss you.

sem
I've not read that book, but Charlie's enthusiasm over giving Lauren a gift with an ulterior motive sounds so much like Grace! I just had to laugh out loud...

I'm impressed that he was able to keep the secret!

Happy Birthday Lauren!

Xandra
Christine said…
Oooh, we love that book here too! I make up silly tunes to the songs and the kids think it's a riot. What a cute story to share about your kiddos!

Happy birthday to Lauren!
Heather C said…
Now I have to find that book. :) I loved this post. Bless his heart... Happy Birthday, Lauren!

Popular posts from this blog

This Week

This week, I let a kindergarten kid play with my iPhone to coax him into the tutoring classroom.  I set up a plan for dealing with this ongoing issue and consulted with his mama.  She’s a tough one to get to know, his mama, but I try. This week, I promised two little boys I would pick them up on Friday and take them to my house. This week, on a crazy afternoon, a granny asked me for alcohol and I thought.  I wish!    I could use a swig .  But that's not what she meant.  She was looking for rubbing alcohol or hydrogen peroxide to take care of an injured kid.  A few months ago, we were awkward because we didn't know each other but now the awkwardness is gone and I can’t help but hug her every time I see her. I love that granny.  This week, I dropped off a little girl and shook hands with her father.  His hand was dry, he had a tattoo on his neck and he's just fresh from jail.  He asked how his daughte...

Artistic Expression and Faith

A few days ago, I came across a post called Of Books and Faith written by Beck at Frog and Toad are Still Friends ( The best blog name EVER to my mind.) She writes about how the Christian market is saturated with mediocre books. How few fiction authors there are who really grapple with the messiness of humanity from a Christian perspective. I agree with her whole-heartedly. The Christian life does not come with the lack of conflict and the happily-ever-after resolutions that I find in many books of this genre. It's funny that I came across that post because I had been thinking similar thoughts about another form of Christian expression. Art. Christian art is often either poorly rendered or is just too pretty. It lacks creativity. It doesn't engage the mind. Remember when I made that long trek to Hobby Lobby for stencil supplies? That was where this idea started to form. I spent a few minutes flipping through posters. Flip. Glowing Jesus in a meadow. Flip. Glowing Jesus surr...

Potholes

We were driving home on the back roads between The Land Flowing With Milk and Honey (where the Wal-Mart is) and Smallville . The Suburban dipped and swayed through the tight curves and potholes. Lots of potholes. Asphalt sprayed the car’s undercarriage. “Tink. Tink. Tink.” The children were oblivious to the dipping and swaying but the noise caught their attention. They looked out the windows. “Hey Mama, didn’t they just fill those potholes two weeks ago? Why did they have to fill them again?” Good question, kids. Instead of hiring the Fix It and Forget It Construction Company , our county employs Larry, Darryl and Darryl to maintain our roads. Larry drives the pickup. Darryl shovels a bit of asphalt off the back and the other Darryl tamps it down into the hole. Week after week they fill the same holes. Week after week our wheels grind away their efforts. Potholes. We all have them. Places in our lives that just can’t seem to stay filled up. Holes that consume great quantities of love ...