When Sam brought his school bag in from the car tonight, he proudly set a Ziploc bag filled with a half dozen colorful Christmas cookies on the counter. His brothers were impressed and asked where he had gotten them. Sam calmly said, "I'm not ready to tell you yet." But he promised to share, so his brothers didn't really care about the particulars.
After dinner, Sam told us that the cookies came from Papa's church and that no one there wanted to eat them. I laughed. The cookies my boys were so excited about were church cookie rejects. Turns out that rejected cookies are still yummy cookies!
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