Cole-ism

Another one. Today, I had to get fingerprinted so that I can volunteer coach for the City of Torrance. I'll be coaching Cole's 1st grade basketball team for the next three months (should be interesting). So, I told the boys all the stuff I had to do today so that I could be his coach...

-go to the City Hall Rec Department to get the roster, shirts and balls
-go to the police department to be fingerprinted
-fill out oodles of paperwork
-return to City Hall to turn it all in

Cole asked why I had to go to the police station to do finger painting. I corrected him; fingerprinting. He didn't get it. I had to explain that each person has a different pattern on their fingers and the police checked my fingerprints to make sure that I didn't commit any crimes. So Cole (light bulb above head) says, "Oh, so if someone does something wrong then it is on their fingerprints and the police will know all the bad stuff they've done." I almost said, "Yeah, so you better be really good!" But I didn't. A 30 minute discussion/explanation ensued. Thank you, Lord, for giving me patience with my children today!