This morning at church I was standing up with Chad singing a hymn. Sydney was downstairs in the nursery and Will was trying to last as long as a 6-year-old could upstairs with us in the sanctuary.
I looked over to see him doodling on the church bulletin.
I looked closer and saw him drawing a picture (above) of him shooting the church. Really?!
I leaned down and whispered, “no guns in church!” You can see where he sort of scribbled over the gun and then drew something hanging down that he tried to explain was a forcefield from Star Wars (something like that!)
Geesh. I showed the picture to another mom when church was done. And she said (I kid you not) that I could show this to the police when he gets in trouble later in life as my way of proving of “He’s always been like this.”
Oh, Lord, help!
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