Sunday

First of all, this micro-suit makes me want to buy my son a fedora, possibly a little fake machine gun, and put '30s gangster slang in captions under the picture:

Second of all, my job at church is to do music with the kids, which is pretty much the best job out there.  But it's like pulling nails to find people to commit to substitute for me so on days like today when I feel like crap, I find that I'd rather go to the effort of just dragging myself to church than find someone who will take care of my job for me.  And so we did the Move Cube.  Which is essentially a giant cube that they can roll like a die and it has things like "spin around," "jump up," "high five," "move right/left," etc. on each side.  And we "moved" every time we sang something in the song that was a blessing.  It was a great quick idea, albeit a not very well-thought-out one, since of course I had to lead said moving.  Oops.  The third time somebody rolled "jump up," I made him do it again.  Even though he's 3.