We all went to church this morning, which involved me throwing on a stretchy, knee-length skirt and a sleeveless v-neck before running out the door to get there on time. I thought about asking Dane whether the skirt made my butt look big(ger), but since there isn’t a single article of clothing in my closet that doesn’t, I decided to let him off the hook. (Though if you know of a garment that will slim my hips and/or backside, send it on over. I’ll wear it every day for the next few weeks until the baby arrives.)

For some reason, this little dressing adventure reminded me of Susan’s advice about never, ever wearing shorts to church. Our church is… hmm, laid back? That would be one way to describe it. It’s an Evangelical Free church. The pastor often wears Hawaiian print shirts and khakis. And there are shorts on Sunday. Mostly on the men, though—the women tend toward capris or cotton skirts.

Today Abigail and Audrey both chose to wear sundresses; Owen wore shorts and a tee shirt. (The rule for Owen is: shorts with a button and zipper, shirts with no pictures or words. Otherwise he’d be in sweat shorts and last year’s library summer reading program shirt every week.)

Abigail came home singing a new worship song over and over, while Owen came home retelling the Sunday School lesson. Dane and I found this rather surprising—usually Owen knows every lyric, and Abigail has memorized not only the lesson and related Bible story, but two or three new Bible verses as well.

And then Owen explained: “Moses and his people were running away. And then God parted the fruit leather—which was actually being the Red Sea—and Moses and his people walked through the fruit leather! And then the other guys came along to capture Moses, and they got smooshed in the fruit leather! And Moses and his people were safe!”

Turns out? The key to Owen’s memory? Snack food.