Conversation at our house Tuesday night...
She was sort of upset at me for not granting her permission to take the stack of pictures.
Exasperated she said, "Well, WHEN can I have them?"
" I'll make you some extra copies of a few photos for now but as far as having all the originals, we'll wait until you are responsible to take care of them. Maybe when you are about thirty or forty years old, I'll give them to you to keep."
"Mom, you won't be able to do that," she said, "it's impossible. You just need to give them to me now."
"Why?" I said.
And she answered, (I'm quoting her word for word here...) "These are the days of Elijah!!! Don't you read your Bible? These are the last days, the Lord is coming back, and we won't be around for you to give me the pictures then, so you need to just give them to me now!"
What in the heck was I to say to that?