Said my husband when he noticed the stain on the white shirt he was ironing so he could wear it for work. It was said in front of the boys, and I held my breath because if Evan remembered that phrase, I was getting my mouth washed out with soap this Christmas . . . again. My father (as he is not my dad when he disciplines) hates that phrase, and the last time I said it in front of him, at eighteen, fresh from my first semester away at college, I was astonished as I was marched into the bathroom and told to open my mouth. Now I know for sure my father would not hesitate to wash out my mouth again. If it had happened three months ago, my father would be right to do so but not when I’ve been so good.
But God was merciful.
Evan: Daddy! God means church! God means we’re going to church! God wants us to be quiet in church! If we’re quiet in church, we go out to eat breakfast! Then we go home! The end! That was a good story, Daddy!
I think we better go to church this Sunday to thank God.