It's Wednesday night, and I'm helping our kids get their shoes on, jackets on, and Bibles ready as we're about to rush to church. I hustle them out the door, tell Corina we're waiting for her in the car, and then load them into the van.
Along the way, I tell Timothy (our 7-year-old): "Watch out for the puddle in the driveway. Zip up your jacket. Open the door for your sister." He gives me the exasperated look that smacks of a bad attitude, and I ask him what his problem is.
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