Pass

My sister is just about the funniest person on Earth.  She and I could recount the same story and she would have you rolling on the ground laughing - I would have you looking at your watch - praying you had an appointment - somewhere - anywhere. 

She got married this Spring and is often sharing anecdotes of the joys of early marriage.  My Brother-in-Law is the perfect balance to my sisters 'all in' personality.  Recently, yet another dog was in trouble - in need of a home- we all know this because his very adorable picture was being circulated via email.  Sis, eager to help any animal in need (since we were kids) forwards the email to her new husband.  She gets his reply.  It says, "Pass".

That's all - just Pass.  Not "we don't need another dog".  Not, "He's not very cute".  Just "Pass".

The more I thought about his response, the more I loved it.  Can you image the freedom of that word?  I long to use it, but I'm not sure I have the courage.

Question: Can you bake two dozen cookies for the bake sale? 
Answer: Pass.

Question: Can you buy wrapping paper from me even though I am the fourth person to knock on your door?
Answer: Pass.

Question: Can you get me a snack?
Answer: Pass

Question: Can you work in the church nursery?
Answer: Pass

One word - no explanation - no exclamation point - just a simple Pass - period. 

One day...one day....