Number 1 on the list of things to make me cry is children singing in choirs. And if those children are singing worships songs, forget it. Claire and I spent the weekend at church. She sang in the worship choir four times throughout the weekend. Thankfully, I only teared up once, which was impressive compared to the waterworks I shed this spring when she was a little pig in her kindergarten play. Also, she ate a huge pickle at Homer Days.