Every Christmas my entire extended family worships together to start our Christmas Eve brouhaha.
As a toddler, I would walk between the knees of my relatives and the pew in front of us. One of my uncles, neither will fess up to being the culprit but it could have feasibly been either one, handed me a piece of paper and told me to take it to my other uncle.
I looked down at the piece of paper, recognized a big "D" scribbled and loudly proclaimed, "That's my daddy!"
The paper really said, "Dork."
Yeah, church was pretty much over for my family at that point in time.