Sunday, May 13, 2012

Suffer Little Children

It was early last Sunday evening. I was sitting in the camper writing the previous post when a small boy scooted by. His mum was trying to catch up with him insiting that "We are going to church." "I HATE church, it's so boring." responded the boy. "It's all right" she said. "the vicar won't  pour custard over your head." I rather hoped she would add "again" but she didn't.

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