As the minivan hurtles down the street on the way to evening church, the boys and I have the same conversation every week:
Me: This week you're really going to behave well at church, right?
Them: Of course, mom.
Me: No playing football in the Sunday School room, right?
Them: No football, mom.
Me: And One, no tackling Brian and wrestling with him.
Me: And no climbing the teacher, right Two?
Two: I promise.
Me: And no throwing pillows at each other or at the other children.
Them: No pillows.
Me: And during art, you'll draw Jesus. Alive. Maybe healing the sick? Not dead people. You have to promise me you won't draw dead people. Or pirates. Or guns.
Them: Of course we won't.
Me: Good. I just know you're going to do so well this week. I just know it.
Rinse. Repeat next week.