On Sunday March 21, 1982 our family finally made it to church on time. We found our normal row, gathered everyone in and eventually all nine of us were sitting down. I asked Vaughn if he wanted to take his coat off and showing his 4 year old independence he said that he didn't want to. Ten or fifteen minutes passed and it was beginning to become a bit warm. Suddenly he started pulling at his coat sleeve saying, "I've got to get this coat off, I'm starving to death!"
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