Charles and I were reading Dr. Seuss' Hop on Pop yesterday. A page read Pat Hat Pat sat on hat. Which Charles read and then studied the illustration for a moment. He turned the page and read Pat Cat. He stopped and looked at me. "Dun, Dun, Dun" he said singing the "word" in a building suspense sort of way. And then he proceeded Pat sat on cat.
We were in the car running errands and having general conversation. Charles mentioned that he had seen someone at church who hadn't been there for a long time. "Does that guy go to another church, mom?" Charles asked. "Yup," I responded. "oh, well what church does he go to?" Charles continued. "I don't quite remember the name of it, " I answered," But it advertises as Party on Sunday."
There was silence in the car for a few moments as Charles digested this information. A look of horror crossed his face. "That is ridiculous. You do not party on Sunday. You go to church to worship God. That is a very serious time and you don't need to be having fun while you do it."
