Take one down, pass it around...

On Sunday, during the most supposedly reverent part of our church meeting, the sacrament was being passed to the congregation.  My boys really like to make sure they get to pass the tray down the line.  This time, as the tray came along to Charlie, he started singing at regular pub-volume, "Take one down, pass it around, 99 bottles of beer on the wall."  I have heard him sing that song on long car rides, but I'll be honest.  It surprised me.  It also surprised the woman who graciously allowed us to share her bench who was next in line to get the tray.  It also surprised the family in front of us, whose heads nodded in silent chuckles and rotated slightly around to verify which of the Bradshaw boys was bound for alcoholics anonymous.