A crazy cool thing happened yesterday at church. Chuck ran the bookstore...and you could often see him parked there in his chair with coffee resting between his knees. That was his place...he was a part of the bookstore. So as we (the kids, Shea, and I) walked by the bookstore, Kilian (who has VERY LITTLE recollection of the real Uncle Chuck) says, "That's where Uncle Chuck used to be." Shea looked at me and I looked at Shea and we both looked at Kilian, "How did you know that?"

I racked my brain...have I ever mentioned that to Kilian? Who knows...but it was pretty nifty.