At church Sunday, I was asked at the last minute to play the violin for a special number at the meeting. Since I'd never played the piece before, I headed out a couple of hours early to practice with the choir, leaving The KingofHearts to finish getting the ankle biters ready for church and bring them later. I played toward the beginning and then went to join them in the congregation for the rest of the meeting. When I sat down, this greeted me:


*whispers* "Um, why is my daughter wearing two different shoes to church?"

*whispers back* "Look, I don't want to talk about it. Just be glad she's not wearing two left shoes."

*whispers* "Understood."

Sometimes the fewer questions you ask, the better.