Monday, November 3, 2008

Becky Stories

A few weeks ago in church a little girl and her dad were sitting in front of us. After the meeting was over they saw Tessa and the dad pointed her out to his little girl. After they looked at Tessa for a minute the little girl leaned over to her dad and whispered, "Daddy, I think the mommy is Ariel!"

Last week we were eating dinner when the doorbell rang. Eric got up and answered the door only to find a cop standing there. I could see him from the dining room and thought he must have the wrong house. Then he asked to speak with Rebecca Nielson. My knees immediately started shaking even though I know I haven't done anything wrong. I just got my first ticket this summer and I paid it!
So I went to the door and told him I was Rebecca. He then asked me if I was the Rebecca Nielson who was in Boise and witnessed a murder! I wanted to laugh but I was still too nervous. I told him I had never been to Boise in my life and almost started rambling my life history to him. He said they just wanted to make sure it wasn't me. I guess there aren't too many Rebecca Nielson's in Idaho.