Around here the term "Fast Sunday" is a bit of an oxymoron. It is definitely a day that seems to DRAG for some of our household! Those 8 and up join in the fast, but not always with, shall we say, a joyful spirit? No amount of discussion (aka: guilt-trips and threatening) seem to curb the complaints completely.
But I can't blame them too much! Fasting is hard, especially for a kid. Especially for a lightweight chicken-legged kid who doesn't have much in the way of fat stores to fall back on...
Perhaps next time I'll encourage him to use his Kung Fu
It seems that there is really only one way to survive "Slow Sunday" without a peep of protest:
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