The Adventures of
David
Elizabeth
and Leif

This week, our neighbors from the International Baptist Church a block away knocked on our door. I had a nice discussion with them. When they were satisfied with my spiritual state and the fact that I had a church home, Leif decided to crawl out of the door to our apartment, carrying his favorite toy … a can of beer.

Our baptist neighbors looked at each other with some concern and took their leave. Maybe they’ll pray for us. We can use it!

I’m sure all 3 readers of this blog think that Leif’s beer-carrying habit came from his father. I admit that I once let him take a sip of beer, and (unlike a former president) he did inhale, causing him to choke with watery eyes. Sadly, I don’t think he likes beer. He does like beer containers, though.

I scoured our photographic archives in search of the origin of Leif’s obsession with beer cans and bottles. What I found was shocking:

Yes, on the day of Leif’s baptism, his Grandpop and Uncle Markie were welcoming him into the church with one of God’s gifts to humanity — Beer.