Steve came into the room yesterday as we were getting ready for church, wearing a knit wool sweater and a pair of plaid boxers that matched the sweater.
"Do you think I can go like this?" he joked.
"Sure," I said. "You can tell everyone you're giving up pants for Lent."
We both burst into laughter so loud it woke the boy.
"Think of how everyone will persecute you for your sacrifice," I added when I got my breath back.
"I doubt Jesus wore pants in the desert," he pointed out.
We giggled and whispered about it all through church. So much for solemnity.