This Sunday was a potluck, and after the meal, I was gathering up the various books, papers, and pens my family collects. My eye landed on a notice handed out with the bulletin. It was about some Christmas gift boxes we are gathering to share. I had wanted to do these with my kids, but ust hadn't gotten to it yet, so I skimmed it to see if there was still time, and I read this last sentence:
"There are empty boxes still at the church in the entry if you are still wanting to fill one with your child."
I giggled. I passed it to a lady nearby me, and she read it and snorted. We decided we had better choose a bigger box if it was going to fit the kids that had been misbehaving after chuch.
"Merry Christmas! Here's a teenager!"