I told Harrison this morning that he needed to wear a sweater to church because it was cold. For some reason, he thought that meant he had to wear a tie too. Or, he just really wanted to. Even though he wanted to wear the tie on the outside of his sweater, I was still impressed with his fashion sense. And just like most guys, he was messing with it before the end of the first song. And it was completely off before we returned to the car. Favorite part of church today: the pastor read the gospel which was the passage from Mark that included, "come, follow me, and I'll make you fishers of men." After Harrison heard it, he leaned over and whispered to me, "Mom, we named Fisher because of what he just said." He was exactly right...I was shocked that he remembered that, or even ever absorbed that. Unbelievable. And before you freak out in the picture...Harrison is sitting on a booster seat that is built into our fancy-schmancy Volvo. He's safe...relatively.
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