Saturday night was TAD: Teacher’s Appreciation Day. We were tricked by the pastor’s wife (yes, the pastor’s wife was in on the conspiracy) into thinking that we had a youth worker’s meeting. Instead, we found ourselves in a candlelit room with beautiful decorated tables and place settings. We had individual name cards, menus and programs. The meal included an exquisite prime rib dinner, complete with appetizers and a variety of desserts, including dark chocolate of course. Attention to detail was evidenced by the availability of horseradish and toothpicks after dinner. The service was impeccable. I sound like a restaurant critic, but they deserve the credit. I’ve never seen my kids so well mannered (at least to us) that I wondered why I don’t see that kind of behavior more on Sundays. Continue reading