Eye rolls all around.
"Really. It's right there: 'Hark, the herald angels sing.'"
Groans and laughter and out the door to the Christmas Eve candlelight service.
We sang "What Wondrous Love is This" in church this morning as the closing hymn. When we got to the last verse, about singing through eternity, I started laughing so hard I almost choked. I leaned over to K and whispered, "I bet Daddy's singing with the herald angels right now!"
I keep trying to think of a spiffy line to end that thought with, but all I keep doing is laughing some more.