We’re a sick, twisted family.
Last night it was misting as we left the Christmas Eve Service.
Aidan – Daddy, it’s raining!
Tim – No, the angels are spitting.
Aidan – The angel spit in my eye!
Today – Mama, can I play outside when the angels are done spitting?
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