I went to church today with my family. It was all right. Miles, my almost 3 yr. old, decided that he wanted to hang out with us in the adult church. He kept telling me that he was going to play the drums while we were listening to the music. He couldn't seem to comprehend that he couldn't play them just because they weren't his.
It's weird to me that my parents are fine with going to a church where a rock band leads the music. As a kid I remember getting in trouble because I had recorded some "rock" music off of Reading Rainbow and was dancing to it. Stuff like that's really confusing. I guess it's pretty amazing that my parents have grown and changed somewhat. I guess when one of your kids is a drug addict and the other a professional hobo, you figure you did something wrong. I'm really grateful that my parents are helping me, now, though. Gotta go; more latah....
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