"Ida B," Mama said to me on one of those days that start right and just keep heading toward perfect until you go to sleep," when you're done with the dishes, you can go play.  Daddy and I are going to be working until dinner."

"Yes, ma'am," I said back, but I said it like this,"Yes, MAY-uhm!" because I couldn't wait to get on with my business.  I could already hear the brook calling to me through the back door screen.  "C'mon out and play, Ida B.  Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up."  I had three places I wanted to visit, six things I wanted to make, and two conversations I hoped to have before dinnertime.

Mama was washing, Daddy was drying, and I was putting away the dishes from lunch.  And I knew the moment I set the last pan in its place, I was free.  But the way those two were chatting and laughing and acting like we had till next week to finish up, I could see it was going to be a while.

My insides started itching and my feet started hopping, one then the other, because they were ten minutes past being ready to go.  So I decided to speed things up a bit.

Daddy'd hand me a dish, I'd sprint to the cupboard and put it away, race back again, and put my hand out for the next one, with my right foot tap, tap, tapping the seconds that were ticking by.

"Hold your horses, Ida B," Daddy told me.  "There's plenty of time to do whatever you're planning."  And he passed me a plate, slow and easy.

Well, that stopped me in my tracks.  Because what Daddy said might have seemed all right to him, but it was sitting about two miles beyond wrong with me.  I wasn't going to be able to put away another tiny teaspoon till I set things straight.

"Daddy," I said, and I waited till he was looking at me before I went on.

"Yes, Ida B," he answered, turning toward me.

And staring right into his eyeballs I told him, "There is never enought time for fun."  (Katherine Hannigan). 

Read this excellent book, and then join us for the discussion and some snacks on Thursday, November 21st at 6:30 until 7:30.

Copies of the book are available at the youth desk.  Stop in to register and pick up a book.