soup with personality.

Lunch usually consists of a variety of leftovers. Since there were none, canned alphabet soup was on the menu. At first it started out as food–nice and warm. Then it became a reading lesson: little k got quizzed on the letters in the spoon. Halfway through, it spoke. “BYE.” Why did my lunch tell me to leave? Near the end, it chided me, “TSK.” Hey, what did I do wrong?

(By the way, we just got back from a weekend retreat with people from a variety of life stages. Fun and encouraging but tiring weekend. Currently, I’m fighting with a cold and trying not to get in trouble with my soup.)

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