“I don't know if this is what the Bible meant by, 'and a little child shall lead them,' but, God knows everything, so, this has gotta be in the plan somehow.”
Ten-year-old Glendella Ludlow was looking at the same situation her cousin and adopted brother ten-year-old Andrew Ludlow was looking at with wide eyes as eight-year-old Edwina Ludlow and six-year-old Grayson Ludlow their siblings were putting the finishing touches on their crayon and cardboard signs and getting ready to head out to a press conference that was in the wrong place at the wrong time...
Someone running for office in Lofton County, VA had chosen the field across from where the Ludlows lived in Tinyville, VA to host his event, and because the mic system was working really well, the Ludlows could hear it all. The adults just tuned it out, knowing this particular politician was full of it and had no chance of winning, but then there was Edwina, who after a few minutes said to her brother Grayson, “Aren't you tired of this smack?”
“Yeah,” Grayson said.
So the two of them got to work, working on cardboard signs covered with pale purple construction paper and black and red crayons. One had sequins put on. The other had some Legos taped on. One said, “Purple Up! Stupidity Down!” and the other said, “You Don't Build – You Just Blab!”
“How do you spell 'blab,' though?” Grayson said.
“It's spelled B-L-A-B,” Edwina said, “although it's too bad we didn't get some bigger cardboard, because a whole bunch of extra As coulda gone in there.”
That was what Glendella and Andrew heard that got their attention, just as Edwina and Grayson got their signs done and were ready to hustle them out onto the front porch.
“Y'all do not have permission to go across the street,” Andrew said, thinking fast.
“OK, we can stand on the porch,” Grayson said.
“The cameras can come to us!” Edwina said.
Sure enough, the two Ludlows caught a camera angle with their protest while their little faces were hidden behind their signs, and the editorial in the Big Loft Bulletin the next day read, “When Even the Children in the Country Towns Know You Ain't No Good, You're Done, Son.”
“Look at this – YES!” Edwina said when she found the paper in the papier mache pile, and there she and Grayson were on their porch, holding their signs.
Grayson put his hand up for the high-five, and went with a smile back to the Lego pile.
“Well,” Andrew said to Glendella, “you were right. It was in the plan.”
“Well, I mean, that's Bible and all,” Glendella said, “although I'm still not quite sure that situation was exactly what the prophet meant.”
