In seven years of Sunday school at our Roman Catholic parish, our three girls have returned home with all kinds of crafts. Among them, prayer wheels, prayer boxes, Jesus paper dolls and foam crosses bedazzled with sticky jewels – all of which find an untimely end under the seats of our minivan or smashed in the top drawer of their desks.
So last week, when our 7-year-old thrust yet another craft project in front of me as we hustled through the crowded halls of our parish school at pickup, I was ready to offer my canned, “That’s great, honey,” half-interested, not-at-all sincere praise. My mind was on the Cleveland Browns home opener that would start in two hours and I wondered whether the brisket we’d been smoking all night would be done in time.
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