I can count on one hand the number of times my oldest child has been to church -- any church -- during his four years of life. So it is with wonder and intrigue that I encounter comments from him such as, "Wasn't that so cool when that girl and a church guy was laughing at me."
My first thought was flowing robes, weird hat, and maybe a white collar. After a few questions to explore his meaning, it donned on me. The man was simply wearing a business suit.
As is customary with Cooper and Mason, they were rooting around in some mud at the park a few days ago. It was awful mud, smelly mud, thick mud and soon Cooper found himself suctioned in place just like Indiana Jones. (This brought him great pleasure and he actually asked that I throw him a snake to rescue him.) Up the hill from us was a relatively stereotypical couple on lunch break from work. They were obviously career types and while the woman was wearing Ann Taylor from head to toe, the man was wearing a full suit and tie. There you go, a church guy. Though I don't advise worshipping anything you find in a cubicle.
3 comments:
Cooper, grandpa gave grandma gogo a pair of shoes just like those for Christmas! complete with the fur and I love them!
I love that they love Indiana Jones! And the church guy thing is just too funny! I wonder how Cooper would define "church lady"?
I can't believe you have had such warm weather. Where the wind blew, I can see my grass, but where the wind blew the snow, I still have 2 feet. I love your boys!
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