I could hear them arguing in the hall. My husband’s voice boomed, “You are NOT wearing that to church!”
My son replied at the top of his lungs, “Yes, I AM!”
“No you’re not!”
“Yes, I am!”
“You do NOT wear a skeleton to church. That’s final!”
Now I finally understood. My son’s shirt, while clean and stylish and from The Gap, did indeed have a skull and crossbones on it. Perhaps not the best choice for church-wear after all.
Only 1 problem: It was ME who had picked out the shirt for my son to wear to church, and now it was WWIII in the hall between him and his father.
Oops!
