Technically, it’s after midnight on the East coast, so it’s really Monday as I write this, but since I haven’t gone to sleep and woken up yet, it’s still Sunday in my mind. So when I refer to “today,” I am referring to Sunday, April 6, 2008. Get it? Got it. Good.
Today was my father’s birthday (he’s 62!) and we went to the Rangers-Devils game in Newark (the new arena is über-nice). It was a fairly important game because it was the season closer, and it was to determine which team would get home ice advantage in the playoffs, since they are playing each other in the first round. To make a long story short, the Devils won (boo!).
Anyway, since I was with my father all day, I had my daughter sleep at my mother’s house last night and go to church with her this morning. When I picked her up after the game, I asked if she went to church. She said, “actually, I went to Sunday school.” So I asked her what the lesson was. She replied, “it was about the fruits of the Spirit.” I asked her if she could name some of the fruits of the Spirit. Her resonse was, “plums… and apples… and, umm… cherries.” So I said, what about love and patience? She said, “yeah, those too… and joy!” I had a good laugh about that.
You just gotta love kids… well, until they annoy you to the point of wanting to throw them into something. Then you just gotta walk away and have a spritzer. 
B”H
