Yes, I am a Blond

I used to have super blond hair, but as I've gotten older, it has darkened some. Sometimes I wonder if I could still be considered a blond, but moments like Thursday, reconfirmed my blondness.
I was in Provo with my sister-in-law, Heidi, for her sister's wedding. I went with her to help with her three kids. Anyway, I was driving Heidi's van and she told me to park behind her brother-in-law's car, which would stick me halfway in their driveway, and also blocking the sidewalk.
"I can't block the sidewalk." I complained.
"Sure you can." She said.
"Yeah, why not?" Her brother, who looks amazingly a lot like Jesus, asked.
I was so flustered, I answered as I went ahead and parked, "What if I get hit by a blind kid on a bike?"

After a lot of laughing, Heidi and Chris pointed out that usually you don't give a blind kid a bike. You probably shouldn't give your new minivan to a blond either.

I Thought...But No

I sat in the back row in Sunday School today. Usually it is full of people with their toddlers. They use the huge gap between the back row and the rest of the rows to run around. Peter came in late but he sat next to me in the back.
During the lesson I reached over swiped the Altoids tin from his pocket. I was surprised when he didn't put his hand out for some too. Then I realized he was intensely watching a little girl run back and forth on her tip toes. I felt my heart skip a beat. Peter never shows interest in any children, especially the ones who still wear diapers. That's why they all like him.
So I was pretty excited to see his heart soften enough to closely watch this cute little girl. Then I realized the truth when I heard snickering from everyone else in the back row. Peter was teasing her with his laser pointer. The poor girl kept trying to catch the red dot, but he always kept it just out of reach. He used it to repeatedly lead her back to her parents...away from him.

So, I thought he had a new found soft spot for children...but no.