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A True Story by Cheryl Steeper

It was Thanksgiving Sunday, and our church sanctuary was full to its capacity. There was to be a traditional turkey dinner afterwards, and the smell of fresh turkey and pumpkin pies whiffed through the air.

Pastor Bob went well over his usual one hour sermon this particular Sunday morning, and as I looked around, I could see more than a few adults shuffling in their seats.

My son had been doing the same for the last hour and twenty minutes! Not known for his tact - suddenly, in the loudest voice his three year old body could muster up, Billy shouted "Oh! Talk! Talk! Talk! When do we eat?"

There was uproar of laughter, loud enough to shake the pumpkin pies right off the shelf as the whole congregation turned around to look at Billy. I turned too, looking for a place to hide.

When the laughter had subsided, and only smiles remained on most everyone’s face, Pastor Bob regained his composure, and then announced - "Enough said, let's eat!"