This morning, we were reading Alma 42 with the kids. When we got to the bit that talks about mercy not robbing justice, I had the brillant idea of using PB&J's old jewelry balance scales to illustrate the balance between justice and mercy. I got them out and set them up so we could have a great visual to aid to our scripture study.
The Oldest Carrotstick looked at them, confused.
"Why does Dad have those?" she asked.
I explained that he used them back in college when he was selling jewelry on the side to make extra money.
Still skeptical, she said, "Dad does NOT seem like the jewelry salesman type."
"Well, he was, and Uncle K. still sells jewelry on the side."
She just shook her head in total disbelief.
I'm not sure what she thinks jewelry salesmen look like. I'm afraid she thinks they are something like this:
Just when you think you know someone, you find out something that makes you rethink everything.
How do you reconcile the reality of your everyday Ward Cleaver,
with your stereotypical Liberace-skeleton-in-the-closet?