witches and warts...

So...since Halloween is upon us, I think I will share a very appropriate story about warts. Bridger got a wart on his hand (right at the crux of his fingers). I knew nothing of this wart until it was fairly large. One day I was picking him up from school. He got in the Durango and let out a huge deeply sad sigh. Followed by, "mom, I used to love my life before I got a wart." Being the caring mom I was and not wanting him to hate his life, I offered to buy him some wart remover. He was thrilled. I cautioned him to let me put it on because it is an acid after all. However, the first time I put it on I spilled some on his hand and he about went into outer orbit for three seconds before I wiped it off. (He was sure the acid was going to eat his hand away!) This Halloween tale does have a happy and hilarious ending. Bridger was especially happy at church today when he looked down and discovered his wart remover was indeed working. I had a teacher come up to me after Primary to inform me that she had a very good laugh thanks to my son. All the kids where supposed to draw pictures of something they where thankful for and then come up and share their picture with the class. They where going along with the usual...church, family, Scriptures, Jesus, etc...when Bridger got up beaming and displayed a hand drawn picture of wart remover! Yes that is right... he was thankful for wart remover! Happy Halloween!