I had a meeting at church this morning; Matt stayed in the nursery with the other kids. When I went to pick him up, this gang of little girls swarmed me and announced that my son was "the meanest boy." He was mean to all of them, apparently, in some unspecified way.
So, I picked Matt up and asked him if he had not been nice to the other children.
He looked me dead in the eye and gleefully yelled, "MEAN! MEAN AT CHURCH!"
Great.
Think it's too late to start buying up indulgences?
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