Last Sunday, my wife decided to go to the church where she teaches instead of the church we usually attend. Since there was no Sunday school that day, I was left to make my own call regarding our Sunday morning activities.<\/p>\n
“We’re playing hookie,” I told the kids when they ran into our bedroom.<\/p>\n
They finished climbing onto our bed before giving me a matched set of blank stares.<\/p>\n
“We’re playing hookie,” I said again. “We’re skipping church this morning.”<\/p>\n
“Hooray,” the six-year-old shouted. “No church!”<\/p>\n
“Hooray,” his little brother echoed. “We’re making cookies!” <\/p>\n
“No, what? No. No cookies,” I said. “We’re just skipping church. That’s all. No cookies.”<\/p>\n
“But I thought you said we were making cookies?”<\/p>\n
“No, I said ‘playing hookie’. It means we’re not doing something we should be doing. In this case, we’re not going to church even though we should.”<\/p>\n
“Hooray,” he shouted, throwing his hands up. “Let’s make chocolate chip!”<\/p>\n
“No! No cookies. We’re just not going to church. That’s all.”<\/p>\n
“But that’ll give us time to make cookies.”<\/p>\n
His older brother laughed. “Yeah!”<\/p>\n
I pulled the pillow over my head. Next time this happens, we’re going to church.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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