Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Savior, baked good ... it's all good

The other morning after dropping off Mary Clare, Charlie and I took Buddy to his biannual exam. As we were cruising down Manchester Road through the heart of Maplewood, Charlie suddenly exclaimed, "There's Jesus Christ!" 

"What? You saw Jesus?" I asked, scanning the street for some church that had magically appeared amid the row of shops and restaurants. "Where?" 

"Never mind," he responded. "It was a cupcake." 

"Oh," I said. "I can see how you might be confused." 

Sadly, the sarcasm was lost on him. 

And really, I don't know what he saw. I don't ask. I just enjoy him. 

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