On Sunday we drove by Winfree Memorial Baptist Church where Sam goes to preschool.
As we passed, I couldn’t help noticing a huge white stretch limo parked in front of the church and that the parking lot was overflowing with cars. “Must be a wedding,” I mused aloud.
After a moment of silence from the backseat, Sam blurted, “Why would anyone want to get married at a PRESCHOOL?”
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