101/365 Stewardship

"When's your meeting?" I ask Mike, looking at the clock as I get Leo ready for bed. It's 7:30.

"Ah, crap," he replies from the computer room. "Half hour ago."

"You should still go," I urge him. "It's only a half hour in."

"By the time I get there, they'll be done." He has that look I know I get when I've forgotten something on my calendar.

"Really?" I ask, the tone I use when Sophia or Maeve is trying to get away with something. Because no meeting at church is only a half hour long.

He gathers his things up and goes.