I can't make this stuff up if I tried. I wish it was fictional. Every ounce of it. It is funny when you are on the outside looking in, but not when you're in it. With it. With him. With them.
10:45 a.m. on Sunday morning and the kids are all gathered in the front of church, sitting on the steps, immersed in the 'Time for . . .
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