At church each week, we take communion. We don't process up for it, though. We have those little plastic cups. Not grape juice, thankfully, but real, cheap, red wine is found in them. The cups come down the aisle in a stainless steel round thing designed specifically for plastic, miniature, communion cups to be passed down church aisles.
Our children are encouraged to partake of the supper with us.
So, along comes the bread first. And each child in our family takes a piece of bread. [Our pastor always leaves one giant piece on the tray - the one that he broke in half in front of everyone and every week Eason eyes it with breadlust. And every week Paul says, just watching his eyes, "nope - just grab a normal one, Eason." And Eason obeys. Sometimes cheerfully. Sometimes the epitome of bedgrudgingly.]
