Brad chose our church this week, a Lutheran church off Lake Otis Parkway that he went to sometimes when he lived here before. Well, that's where we thought we were going. When it came up faster than he thought it would, we decided to go even though it wasn't the one he remembered because it was 10:42 and the service started at 11. We probably should have left when they told us there wasn't a nursery, but the people were so friendly, we wanted to give it a try.
Catie has this adorable thing she does that we've encouraged, because normally it's, well, adorable. She says, "Yay!" when we finish singing a song. So, everytime we would pause in the middle of every verse in the 5 verse hymn, Catie would yell out, "Yay!" I couldn't help it; I got the giggles. Then, the pastor started praying, and Catie wouldn't stop talking, so I took her out to the fellowship hall where they had a TV streaming the service. A minute later Brad came in with Nick. He had started crying when I left without him.
It didn't take us long to decide that we could watch TV at home, so that's where we went.
(In case you're counting, we did go to church last week. That one wasn't a keeper either.)