Say What? Part Deux

While visiting my parents' church on Sunday, my three older children were sitting in the pew with us. After a portion of the service, the time came where children in kindergarten through 5th grade could be dismissed for Children's Church. I looked over at Sean and asked him if he wanted to go. He shook his head no. Then my mom leaned over and whispered something to him. Sean whispered something back and then my mother had to smother her laughter. She told me later that she asked him again if he wanted to go. She said that Sean whispered to her, "I've been to Children's Church before. It's worse than being in here!"

Yes, I think that sound you hear is the sound of Baby Jesus crying...

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After church, we were in the narthex visiting. There was a fully dressed, female mannequin standing in the narthex. I couldn't begin to understand what she was doing there. My dad explained that there had been a sermon or a series of sermons where she was a visual aid of sorts. He said her name was Anita.

Then, the punner in me came out. "Anita Man? Anita Heart? Anita Brain?" I queried. "Or maybe Anita Bodydatworks?"

I was about to spew forth more wonderful plays on dear Anita's last name when Mary said, "Anita GO!!! Can we go home now???"

She is my child. There is no denying it.