One early Sunday morning…
Zion: Mommy, can I bring my turtle to the church?
Mommy: No, Zion
Zion: Please, mommy, because my turtle will get lost here in the house.
Mommy: No, I will lock the door. No one can get in.
Zion: Maybe they will pass in the window. Com’on, mommy, let me bring my turtle with me.
Mommy: Zion, I said no.
Zion: Mommy, maybe the people will pass in another door.
Mommy: Zion, we are going to the church to worship God and not to play. You and your playmates will be noisy.
Zion: I will not be noisy, mommy.
Mommy: I said no.
Zion: Mommy, my turtle will worship also.
Mommy: I already said no.
Zion persisted one more time.
Mommy is torn.
She wonders what to say next.