We are attending the church we used to go to years ago. They burned the mortgage today, and there was much discussion of what transpired 20 years ago. The children's story was about a boy of six who had drawn a picture of what the new church should look like, with Mrs. Tibbetts stressing to the little ones how their contributions were important and how they were a part of the church.
The artist turned out to be our son Ben, now 27. We had entirely forgotten this story. Tracy had passed on the drawing to the building committee, the head of which kept it, bringing it forth this week. We were certain that the story could not be quite as advertised, but on examining the documents, it was clearly Ben's work.
The church looks just like this, BTW - though we went with a truer shade than the burnt orange on the upper left. An expressionist sort of building, very avant garde. So you see, children, adults do listen to you and take you seriously.