Here’s all the backstory you need. Becky and I (when I’m in town) teach second and third grade Sunday school. Our pastor’s daughter is in the class. He called the house the other day – left one of those vague messages ending with “call me back” – the kind that leave you wondering “Why?” The following conversation took place on our couch last night.
Becky: I called Andy back and didn’t get him…It feels weird getting a call from the pastor, like I’m a real contributing adult or something.
Shaun: Your Dad’s a pastor. He calls all the time.
Becky: Besides him I’ve never gotten a call from any other pastors.
Shaun: Huh. I wonder what you did? You’re going to the principal’s office.
Becky: I wonder. That’s what it feels like.
Shaun: What kinda stuff are you teaching in that class of yours when I’m out of town?
Becky: I did tell them about Lent.
Shaun: That’s it then. You went all Catholic on ‘em. Now, you’re in trouble.
Becky: But I made it very clear that it’s not in the bible. Just like Christmas.
Yep. That might have done it.