Busted!!!

Here's a much shorter story than the one I just told:

On Sunday, I was congratulating myself on getting 10 children ready for church on time. They were all bathed, had breakfast and looked so cute in their Sunday clothes. I had just told Steve, "There aren't many people who could do what we do."

God loves it when I get cocky. That's always when I end up with the best stories.

Riley and Anthony walked to church because we couldn't fit everyone in the van. When we arrived, I herded the little ones nicely through the foyer. I settled Steve in with the baby and some of the kids in a pew for the service and then I took the rest of kids down to the children's area. I delivered them to their teachers and then decided to grab a cup of coffee on my way back into church. Once I had it in my hand, I noticed Lisa, so I stopped to chat with her for a few minutes.

While we were talking in the rather large foyer of our church, Zach, an energetic twelve year old boy, ran all the way across the foyer and flew by us with a nerf bow, arrows and a sword. As we watched, he raced up the stairs, stopped half-way up and took aim across the room. Just as he was about to let his arrow fly, I looked back across the room to see who he was shooting at. And there, caught like a deer in the headlights, was my son Riley, with his bow cocked and ready to return fire.

I'm pretty sure the good parents had all their kids in class or sitting nicely in church :) Or maybe they're just smart enough to stay home.

Let's just say that there were multiple nerf items confiscated that morning and my son and I got to spend lots of quality time together.