I didn’t go to church one Sunday. Someone in their last week (it had BETTER be) of pregnancy shouldn’t have to go sit on those uncomfortable chairs for 3 hours.
As Kevin brought the boys home, Tommy came barreling through the house yelling, “Mommmmmmma!” When he found me, he held up a box he’d made at church. He very excitedly yelled, “Look at me box!”
“Oh,” I said as I saw this flattened box made from paper. “What happened to your box?”
Suddenly, Tommy became very serious, furrowed his brow, and said, “Me squished it at church.”
There you go.