Rosey was busy with a coloring pad and fancy new crayons while the sermon went on. She requested that I draw things (a heart, my name, a bunny) in a medium whisper, but stayed still and relatively unobtrusive next to me.
The first reader went up. She found her place, pushing her spectacles back on her nose, and began to speak about how we should all be believers.
R stirred. 'Beavers? Does she mean the ones behind our house?'
And I didn't realize how much we push don't play with your food until tonight. Both the kids sat, sharing uneasy looks, eyeing their plates. Finally Cass spoke up.
'We eat these at school. Can I use my hands?'
I nodded. R was clearly bewildered at all the little dishes of toppings. 'Is this salad?'
Lips twitching, Bear showed her how to pick and fill her taco.
'So much for diversity, huh, Jess?'