Thank goodness it was Mr. Z huh mom!

Every once in awhile Levi has a habit of not wanting to come home from school. He'll be walking along and decide that is far enough and plop himself down. I don't know if he is tired but he refuses to move and is belligerent. One of The Natives will run home to tell me while another Native sits with Levi.

Yesterday my baby girl came running into the house and told me that Levi wouldn't come home. I jumped on my bike knowing I could get him to come home because he loves to ride my bike. As I got closer to the school I noticed not only Levi's brother sitting with him but someone else. A teacher who I remembered seeing somewhere but........wasn't sure where. He introduced himself as Mr. Z.

I took one look at Levi and knew this was more than his usual, "I'm going to be a pill and what are you going to do about it"? He was laying down and there were tears in his eyes.

Mr. Z kindly told me that he'd wait with Levi and his brother and I took off back home to get the truck. When I drove up Mr. Z picked up Levi and put him in the truck. THANK YOU MR Z. Levi isn't tiny.

As we were driving home Levi's brother who has had Mr. Z for math and thinks Mr. Z is totally cool said, "Thank goodness it was Mr. Z as the crossing guard today huh mom"!

So ya, Levi's had an attack and I'll talk about that another day. For now, I just want to point out how small the world is and how cool it is to live in such a small world over seen by a loving God.

As I stated, Levi's brother had Mr. Z for math. Mr. Z is cool. This was the report. Up until today I'd never met Mr. Z. I have a friend. A really good friend. A gal named Misty Cox. Yup! Thee Misty Cox who was published here on Friday. I read Misty's post and then looked at the photos on the side bar. I read the bio's under the photos and thought nothing more.

Fast forward to today. I pull up and see Levi on the ground. I start to explain to Mr. Z about Levi and he tells me he already knows. I don't need to explain......he reads my blog! You do? I apologize. What a painful experience for anyone that reads my blog. I go back and get my truck and when I get back to Levi a neighbor is standing there. I read her blog. She says to Mr. Z and I, "You are both bloggers, I have a question". Mr. Z blogs? Really? Huh.... I come home and am taking care of Levi. During a small interlude before the throwing up phase I go to my neighbors blog and look up this Mr.Z who says he reads my blog. I see his blog, I see his photo, and would ya know? I've seen that photo before! Here! When I read Misty's post.

Cool! Thank goodness it was Mr. Z as the crossing guard yesterday!