lawson.

This morning at church we had 2 new elders appointed. (Or whatever it is that you do to elders...) The 2 new men came and sat in chairs on stage and the current elders stood around them with their hands on their shoulders while the pastor prayed for them.

Lawson leans in my ear and "whispers..."

"Are day getting weady to play soccer?"

I'm not really sure where this mental picture of his came from, but amazingly, I knew exactly what he was thinking: