Of Power Rangers, Boys & Men

Two small boys at our church’s Easter breakfast were more interested in the toys they’d brought along than in the food their parents had set hopefully before them. Not recognizing one of the well-worn figurines beside their plates, I asked what it was.

“Power Ranger,” answered the toy’s owner. “Didn’t you have Power Rangers when you were a little boy?”

Then a frown of concern clouded his face as he stared at me. He revised his question: “Were you a little boy?”

(I’m trying to remember. I think I was. . . .)