It is no surprise to anyone that getting out the door for church on time can be a struggle for me. I try- and most of the time I do alright. But I usually look down and one of the littles is missing something, like a belt or their shirts are not buttoned. But we are there.
Well this Sunday the youngest decided to bring something extra with him. In my hurried state I did not look to see what he was carrying. I had no idea. But luckily the oldest two did.
Jack said- " Mom, I can't believe you let him bring that in here."
Followed by Savanna saying almost at the exact same time, "Mom, are you sure you want Tucker having that inside?"
I looked down to Tucker's hands to see what the fuss was about.
A gun. In church.