Eating your body weight in goldfish in Sunday School.

Years from now when my kids are older, they’ll probably think of sweet baby Jesus whenever they even smell a goldfish cracker. I’m sure this is a kid thing, not just a Christian thing, but on about 51 Sundays of the year, that’s what they have for snack. And at our church, if your kid cries a ton, before they flash their number on the video screen in the sanctuary asking you to do the “my kid is out of control” walk of shame, they put them in a wagon and stuff them with goldfish. It’s like this little red wagoned parade of wailing in the halls. Eyes streaming tears, mouth full of fish, tiny hands clutching the side of the wagon counting the minutes until a parent can come rescue them. Good times.