Jan 04, 2009 08:53
Last night I sat the kids down and told them that I wasn't going to church anymore, my reasons for it (simplified a bit - they're only 9, 6, and 4), but that I would be getting them ready for church every Sunday to go with My Lovely Wife. And I told them about my other project to attend a different church every week (I'm waiting for my microphone to show up in the mail, but that's OK because I'll be going twice in some weeks to make up the difference).
The boys? "OK."
My daughter? Cries. "Why are you crying?" I asked her.
"I don't know whyyyyy."
Now I'm getting them ready, and odds are they've forgotten until they all leave with My Lovely Wife in about an hour. Guess we'll see.