The early bird gets the convert

The kids and I headed to V--- Park on Saturday morning after dropping George off for a marathon of tax returns at his office. It was very early for most people, so we essentially had the whole playground to ourselves. Just us, the maintenance guy, and a couple of cops. No worrying about losing the kids in the crowd, and I could make a fool of myself playing on the equipment.

But apparently the park is a hotbed of religious conversion at 8:00 am on Saturday morning. We were approached not once but TWICE by pairs of conservatively dressed young women wanting to tell me about their "bible study" group. OK...I know a Jehovah when I see one. Hello! No need to pull out The WatchTower.

Apparently the kids and I looked like we need a little religion between the monkey bars and the slides. Once I did the "thanks but we're good" response the Jehovahs took off on their way, and we were back to jumping, sliding, and generally causing havoc. You know...the normal things you're SUPPOSED to do at the park.