When other kids sit in Sunday School and don't even play for fear of offending the Lord, Mary unloads hay.
When other people contemplate their existence and rest in the Word, John hauls hay.
When other people set aside work to spend time with the Lord, I stack hay.
"Henry, we did go to church and I went to Sunday School before starting all this fun. We're taking care of the animals God gave us. He'll be OK with this, right?"
[BTW, what do we really think of Sunday? Some of you know. Those who don't...look here (Article 28:53-64) and read this (We should fear and love God that we may not despise preaching and His Word, but hold it sacred, and gladly hear and learn it.) We do, and we don't, and we do. But we were almost out of hay, and Farmer Todd could deliver it on Sunday. So there.]