In honor of Mardi Gras (laissez les bon temps rouler!) I present a scene which occurred in the car the other day. The kids are sitting next to each other in the back seat, Opie facing backwards, Jo facing front. Opie sneezes a few times; each time I reply, “Bless you!”
After one last, especially forceful blast from the baby nose, Jo announces, “Mommy! He blessed me!”
By the way: I swear I have more interesting/profound things to say. I'm just swamped with a big freelance job right now.
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