It’s Sunday morning. I’m getting Matthew cleaned up after breakfast. “Time to get ready for church,” I say brightly, as I get him down from his booster seat.
“I need church,” he says distinctly.
You know what this means, right? It means that at the tender age of two and a half, my son knows something that it took me twenty-five years to figure out.
Wise child.
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