Since 1990? (1991?) I’ve been having Easter dinner at a friend’s house. It all started in college when a floor mate invited me to her Mom’s for Easter. Now her sister has taken over the tradition and, like a bad penny, I keep turning up every year.
Her sister has ELEVEN kids (not a typo). Three are out of the house, so there were EIGHT kids (ages 15 to 7 months) romping around (plus two other families attended with four between the two). The sister and family are devout evangelicals and are all home schooled. The kids get along with each other and are very helpful to the parents.
But only in an evangelical home on Easter would you see two boys, ages 7 and 9 (approx) tumbling on the floor in the hallway. The older one has the younger one pinned and he says,
“And they call you the King of the Jews? CRUCIFY YOU!”
The younger one is rolling around, squealing, “No!”
They’re both laughing and having a grand old time.