I wasn't sure I had anything to write for a Slice tonight, but thankfully God reminded of something that made me laugh out loud yesterday.
I'm with my 14-year-old son, stopped at a red light, on our way to get food from Chick-fil-A.
My windows are down.
In the turn lane to my left is a mom, at least I assume she was mom. She is behind the wheel of a mini monster truck, which I thought was pretty cool. There is a child in the front seat and what sounds like a preschool classroom in the back. Kids are screaming, crying, and complaining.
Mom can be heard calmly telling a child to put their head on the seat, and something about not touching anyone.
Her windows are down.
As things calm down, not really, mom starts singing along with the song on the radio..."Hallelujah, look what you've done, look what you've done in me." I start head-bobbing and swaying to the music. I know this song!
Just as the light changes for me to go, I hear the loudest cry from one of the backseat kids...as if in complete distress.
"TURN IT UP!!!"
She was in distress. She needed to hear "her" song.