Our pastor is doing a sermon series on heroes, and my husband suggested that he have cardboard standups of various movie heroes up on the stage. The pastor liked that idea, and it became Steven's job to find them.
Apparently, it became my job to tolerate their residing in my living room until they make their way to church.
We're still arguing over whether or not Darth Vader can be considered a hero. I say no, but my Empire-loving, stormtrooper husband says yes.
This is life at my house.