Going to the Church

One of Nathans favorite places of adventure at his age of wisdom is to go to the church. Yesterday, Linda and I were involved in a project and after getting Nathan ready, packing his trucks in the SUV, after lunch, we arrived. Needless to say, anytime we plan to go anywhere with a little one it is an effort. Once at the church, he watered his flowers with the "lellow" watering can, and we scooped dirt for a little while.
Onshu came by to say hello, Fr. Peter's little dogie, and then, we encountered a snake. Luckily, a little one. We have an airport in our town and the church is located in the flight pattern of aircraft going to the next city, Worcester. Every few minutes Nathan would run over to Linda or myself to tell us that he heard the airplane. "Scared of the plane." A little reassurance --and back to work.
No story is complete without a punchline and if you can picture me scraping off the dog-do-do from Nathan's brand new sneakers, and scrubbing them in the sink with a paint brush, then the story is almost complete. Except for the orange, (watered-down soda), he must have each and every time we go to the church. And, of course, an ice cream at the local stand for being a good boy.
Nathan loves going to the church. He points it out to us, as well as where the cross is. His prayers are the simple ones, God bless mommy and daddy...He knows that is where to find Jesus. Not bad for his age, even better than some adults.