Yesterday I realised I had maybe become an adult when I turned to these two kids in Sunday School who were kicking each other and said "Could you two stop?" They stopped only to look at me with these wonderfully betrayed looks on their faces. Dad taught Sunday School - he made us write poetry about our relationship to God. The responses were more varied and honest than I had expected. Outright denial through anger and uneasiness to celebration.

My sister and I went to the farmers market after church and a man sold us two quiche for four dollars. But I think he had rather we had bought his almond croissants, of which he had many more.