One time when I was little, my parents and I were camping (we had a motorhome). I played a joke on my Dad (who was VERY tolerant of me) and painted his toe nails bright red. I don't know how I convinced my Mother to buy the polish anyway because we were not allowed to wear things like that in my church.
Well fast forward a couple weeks and our church had Communion, which in my church meant that we rinsed each others feet first, the women went in one room, the men in another and the married couples in another. Afterward they would pass around the wine and bread, after our bodies had been cleansed. WELL when we had returned to our seat, me with my Parents, that was when my Dad pointed out that his toe nails were still bright red and he had forgotten all about it until he took his shoes off to have his feet bathed, luckily he was in the married room with my Mother who did her best to hide his toe nails from everyone else.
I thought I was going to fall out of the church pew laughing. The bretheren of our church would have been outraged, it would have been one of the biggest gossip fests if it had been known that my Father had come to church wearing not only polish on his toe nails but bright red polish too boot.
Last edited by Lisa_Orlando; 10/25/07 11:04 PM.