To Think We’re Being Allowed to Do it Again

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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