“…and that’s how you make stone soup,” I finished the story as I saw parents arriving, especially the parents of one particularly precocious five-year-old-ish boy under my charge for a few hours while his parents attended student leadership meetings at the small Bible school where Todd and I worked. Our little Con-Man, a moniker I still use on our young Connor as a grown man, had worn me out, and I had finally captured his attention with the little tale of stingy villagers opening their cupboards out of curiosity about the clever beggar’s unique concoction [Read more…]