What is a Sunday morning like for your family? I feel like I’ve watched families walk in to church like they have just survived a war. It's got to be hard. It is difficult enough for me to get myself to church on time - I can't imagine getting four other humans dressed and in the right place before I get to church.

I grew up in a family of three boys. There were definitely times when my mom declared “silent car” on the drive to church. I think my parents tried to figure out ways to get us up and going with some kind of consistency on Sunday mornings, and this is partly how they did it:

Chocolate milk.