Still cold, but at least the sun’s out. We had a delicious breakfast of hard boiled
eggs (Cilla wanted to know why the insides of the eggs were still white.),
bunny ears, and jelly beans. We all like
to wait until the Peeps get hard and crunchy (with shreds of Easter grass stuck
to them).
We looked like a model family as we filed into church, until
Josh took his jacket off and his shirttail was out. When I tried to tuck it in, he said, “Mom, why
are you putting your hand in my pants?”
Of course, he didn’t whisper.
So I had to say just as loudly, “I’m just fixing your
shirt.”
He said “Stop, you’re tickling me.” Cilla was giggling and Betsey looked
pained. Ed was busy reading the
Bulletin. I looked over and saw that his
fly was open. I finished with Josh,
reached across the girls and tapped him on the shoulder. Then I discretely pointed at his crotch. He looked puzzled, then shocked, like he
thought I wanted to have sex with him.
Fortunately he was able to zip up before the processional.
Alleluia!
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