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.