The back story on Monday's Amazing Grace viewing was that everybody else over 11 in the house went to see Ironman after the picnic. So, naturally, Elisa and Natalie and I stayed home and watched Amazing Grace and discussed slavery and whether God's work and politics are mutually exclusive (well, actually, it was mostly Elisa and me discussing; Nattie was primarily concerned about who was wearing wigs and who wasn't, but other than occasional queries of "is that a wig?", she was the quietest, most attentive little lap-sitter ever).
I love afternoons like that.
And I love my Nos. 5 and 6.