Fast learner

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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