So, this morning we're in church and it's time for the children's sermon. Eden & Lars advance to the altar area with Cousin Zachary and Pastor takes them and all the other slew of children over to the baptismal font.
"Does anybody know what this is?" asks Pastor.
"Yeah! It's a baptism font! My daddy has one!" Eden shouts, somewhat matter-of-factly.
"Your daddy has one? Ok, has anybody seen a baby being baptized before?"
"Yeah, I have, because I have my own baby!" yells Eden again.
"You have your own baby? Ok..." as Pastor continues to speak, Lars stands to the side pointing and talking in his loud volume, "That's a sheep. That's a cross. That's a candle. That's a altar. That's a bible...."
The couple sitting behind us leaned forward and say to me, "Wow, your kids are really shy."
Then we sing Lift High the Cross and Eden walks over to me and whispers, "Are we at a funeral, too?"
Fast forward to the end of the service, during the benediction, Eden, remembering vaguley being in these pews last Christmas, leans over to my sister, Meegan, and whispers, "Is this where they turn off all the lights and give us candles?!"
Ah, life with the pastor's children....
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