While we were loading Gracie up in her carrier, Bean was messing around with some of the toys, checking through things to make sure Gracie didn’t get anything more fun than he had in his classroom. When I turned around to get him so we could leave, he was holding a Lightning McQueen car. It was the same car that we had at home, so I thought maybe it was ours. But I didn’t remember him bringing it to church that morning. Though, maybe I had just overlooked it in the morning shuffle. So, we all headed out to the car, Bean happily toting his Lightning McQueen car.
When we got to the new house later that afternoon to finish scraping wallpaper, Bean squealed as he discovered he now had TWO Lightning McQueen cars! One was ours and one, of course, belonged to the church.
“Daddy! TWO Lightning McQueens!” he shouted.
“No, buddy. We can’t be happy about that,” said Chris very seriously. “Because you stole from Jesus.”
Nice, Chris. Real nice.