So, we shuffle into our church building and sit down in a pew that fits us all. The opening remarks are made and the first hymn began. Then, my wife grabs my attention and mouths the words, "He glued it. Sorry."
I look at what's in her hands...
She's holding a puzzle. A wooden puzzle.
Now, my youngest is 3 and took it upon himself to glue the pieces of that puzzle.
He's so sweet. It's hard to be upset with him.
