Sundays

Since Whitley has been staying home from church with Laine, Smith has resisted going to church each Sunday. Yesterday was no different.

I explain to him, "Smith, we go to church on Sundays. That is just the way it is." "No, dad. We don't!" Smith humphs and folds his arms. But I do not relent. "I'm sorry Smith, but that is just what we do on Sundays. We go to church." Exasperated, Smith brings me up to his level. "Dad, we go to church on snowy days and cloudy days, but not on Sun-days. Let's go to the park."