We left for church ten minutes late today. Stephen was leading worship, so we needed to stop to print the lyrics, which would only make us even later.
{This wasn’t the first time. It probably won’t be the last.}
We were rushing out to kids asking if they could have water or play cards or give us hugs. I gave out hugs but explained we were going to church, so they wouldn’t be able to play cards.
“We are late,” Stephen explained. “Do you know what ‘late’ means? If you are going to be friends with us, you should probably learn this one, because we are always late.”