Chocolate Coins

Sundays we attend church at 12:30 PM. On Dec. 6th, we receive a phone call at about 11:00 AM. It was a guy asking us if we are missing something. Stephen looks around, checks first and foremost for his precious cell phone, then for his wallet. "Nope," he says. The gentleman on the phone began laughing as he said, "Well I have a 4 year old boy of yours here at the church. I think he must be lost, but he said he knows exactly where he is."

Stephen hopped in the car and drove to our church. As he walked in there was a whole row guys that were acting like they received Christmas early. Apparently our family, especially Remi the devil child, is "too funny for words."

Remi left our house around 10:30. "Mom, I am going to Grandpa's house!" I was pleased, one less child to wrestle with while trying to get my new boy hair do to sleek and sophisticated. Ha! Remi walked straight to my parents house. It was, however, locked. He didn't want to be bothered with ringing the bell, or knocking on the door. It was too much work. So, he decided to walk the 4 or 5 blocks to our church. He knew exactly where it was. He was already dressed in his church clothes so, what's the big deal? Right? He walked into the chapel and was directed by the men in there to go to primary. Good thing he knew where that was too. I guess he walked in, looked around, didn't recognize anyone, and sat down. He listened better than he ever has before. Stephen asked him later why he left us to go to the church. "Duh dad, they were giving out chocolate coins. I LOVE chocolate coins."