Sunday School Escapades

My Sunday School class is full of lunatics who enjoy weapons, snacks, and a good joke. Naturally, when a few bottles of nail polish (years old) were found in the classroom's closet, several of them went a little nail-happy.

While four to six girls all painted each other's nails, one of the guys came over to investigate. He said, "Um... not to sound girly, but could you paint my nails?" with a sheepish look on his face.

I couldn't help it- I cracked up big time. He wasn't joking, either. Soon the girls had painted a small design on one of his nails. I approached to investigate, and started laughing again. His fingernail had been masterfully painted a shade of pink.

To top it all off, he said in a non-sarcastic and very silly way, "I feel so pretty!" This only made everyone else start laughing like a bunch of loons.

Ah, Sunday School... you never fail me.