"You look just like the White Witch of Narnia!"

- yelled from the front row by a ten-year-old boy as I, dressed in Liberty Ball gown and tiara, was dramatizing King Nebuchadnezzer's rage at Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. ("How dare they speak that way to me?! I am the king!! Throw them in the furnace!"). It was "dress like what you want to be when you grow up" night at Awana, so I explained that I'd always wanted to be a queen, so I could throw people who annoy me into furnaces.

I choose to take the comment as a compliment.