The Andersons raced into church on the last verse of the opening hymn...
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The Andersons raced into church on the last verse of the opening hymn. "Down, down," little Amber cried. Turning to share the peace with Mrs. Rogers, Brad apologized as he chased after his daughter.
The twins began punching each other. "Behave!" Melanie warned.
"Boys will be boys," Mrs. Rogers said as she raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. "They sure will" Melanie thought, recalling the breakfast Cheerios fight.
"Melanie, count to ten," her husband suggested. He knew it was too late when she looked at him with daggers in her eyes. "Watch out, kids. There she blows!" And blow she did, her short fuse exploding.
"That's it! No cookies at coffee hour!" Melanie screamed.
By confession time, Melanie hung her head in shame. "Lord, why do I keep losing it? What kind of example am I? Why can't I keep a rein on my tongue?"
The twins began punching each other. "Behave!" Melanie warned.
"Boys will be boys," Mrs. Rogers said as she raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. "They sure will" Melanie thought, recalling the breakfast Cheerios fight.
"Melanie, count to ten," her husband suggested. He knew it was too late when she looked at him with daggers in her eyes. "Watch out, kids. There she blows!" And blow she did, her short fuse exploding.
"That's it! No cookies at coffee hour!" Melanie screamed.
By confession time, Melanie hung her head in shame. "Lord, why do I keep losing it? What kind of example am I? Why can't I keep a rein on my tongue?"
