grandma and da’s house for a birthday meal. and the children arrived. all of them in christian soldier outfits, hungry and clawing at the tables. there was the noisy family friend with the bad sinuses and the jokes every five seconds and the hahaha-only-kidding-hahaha. well, before we start, who’s going to say grace? and the friend with the sinuses and the jokes swung her arm out toward me. well surely the son who has just come home the son whose birthday it is the new son the prodigal returned would love to say grace, right?
i didn’t have to decline the offer. i just burst out laughing and didn’t stop until after grace had stopped. even grandma got that joke.
