On Easter, we went to a sunrise service where Alice reliably furnished the zany and delightful outbursts that are the reason to bring toddlers to church.
This is the Body of Christ.
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And on the way home, we stopped for Easter doughnuts.
Here is a puzzle. The cow gives her some trouble.
(In your head, were you saying something encouraging, like, “Turn it, turn it,” or, “Other way?”)
If I ask her to stay put – like while I’m trying to find the other sock or unzipping the sweatshirt – she freezes and then backs up slowly, an inch at a time, figuring, I guess, that as long as she maintains eye contact, I will not notice her leaving. Until she is far enough away, and then she goes.