My wife teaches at the Sunday school at our church. This sounds like a good thing, but from my own selfish perspective, it simply means that I’m stuck going to church by myself. They go to Sunday school instead. I end up going to church by myself – or not, as the case may be. I mean, who likes going to church alone?<\/p>\n
The other day when they came back from church, C (the five year old) was hanging his head and looking quite dejected.<\/p>\n
I put my writing away and went to ask him what was wrong.<\/p>\n
He mumbled something unintelligible and tried to dodge the question. I pursued it, but he suddenly developed an urge to go potty and ran off – no doubt planning on sitting there long enough for me to forget my questioning.<\/p>\n
His mom and little brother, slower getting out of the car, walked in as he was running to the bathroom.<\/p>\n
“What’s up?” I asked.<\/p>\n
His momma looked very stern. She held the look until he was out of the room, and then couldn’t keep it any more. A silly grin spread across her face. “He was so bad they put him in time-out.”<\/p>\n
“Time-out – in Sunday School?” Sunday school at their age is basically doing crafts and eating snacks while the teacher talks about God. <\/p>\n
She nodded, clearly trying not to laugh.<\/p>\n
I’d never heard of time-out in Sunday School. “Does this happen often?”<\/p>\n
“First time I’d ever seen it. The teacher said it was her first time too.”<\/p>\n
That’s my boy – always blazing new ground. A real chip off the old block.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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