In our house, nearly every Sunday begins exactly the same way.
After the children wake up, they watch a couple of cartoons or maybe “SportsCenter.” My younger son will ask for breakfast, and I will pop a few frozen waffles in the toaster or pour a bowl of cereal. The boys will snuggle in bed with their dad for a little while. There will be a few whines of “Mo-om, he’s hogging all of the blankets!” or “Stop kicking me!” The arguing will eventually drive my husband out of bed and I will tell the boys that it’s time to get dressed because we’re leaving for church in a half-hour.
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