On a recent Youth Retreat, we watched a movie that would give the young men some insight into what they might expect from missionary service. The movie was "The Other Side of Heaven". When I told Tate the name of the movie, he said, "It's about Hell?"
On the same trip. Tate went to bed well before the other boys (at about 8 pm, routine being what it is), but woke up when the boys started heading for bed at about 10:30 (early, I know!). He looked at me and we had this conversation:
Tate: What time is it? Is it time to go out on the lake?......
Me: No. It's 10:30.
Tate (worried): I missed breakfast, and my snack?
Me: No. It's 10:30 at night.
Tate (nearing frantic): I slept for two days?
Me: No. You were asleep for about two-and-a-half hours. It's 10:30 at night on the first night.
Tate (calming): So I was asleep for about two-and-a-half hours?
Tate (exasperated): Guys! Why did you wake me up?!?
I had the boys at rock climbing the other night and Dane was scaling a particularly difficult wall. It required him to hang horizontally for about 8' while getting to the next vertical face. His mentor told him to use his abs to pull himself into the wall.
Dane: I don't have abs, man!
Mentor: Sure you do, that's why you can sit up!
Dane: My dad has abs. You just can't see them under all that... ... ... ... ... hair!
I honestly have no idea how long he paused before saying hair, but I tell you it seemed like 5 minutes. I was sure he was going to say "fat!"