I know I should be using Easter as a time to blog about the Resurrection and a moment of spiritual enlightenment. I am kind of sad for myself that this post isn't going to be about that. Later I will probably have some shame associated with the lost opportunity.
Easter morning, as the sun was rising and I was snuggled in my down comforter on my yummy bed.
I tried to have a moment of reflection. I was just getting started considering the massive implications of the Atonement when the kids scuttled in. Mads and Max got on the bed and wedged between Officer Handsome and I. Mads pulled out the old 'kitten' routine and started bunting and kissing us and saying, 'Happy Easter!' to everyone. As she cuddled into the bend of my knees and Max patted my face, Mads (where do things like this come from AT times like these?) blurts.....'I know what Meth is!" I have a moment where I truly consider that she has learned how to make meth. It flashes through my brain that she heard about some meth bust on KSL, in which they invariably tell you the ingredients, and she is informing me that by taking battery acid, fertilizer, and comet she can start her own business. "Um, what Mads?" (Hear the worry?) "The Devil's spit!!!"
I am flooded with relief. When I ask her who the Devil is....considering all of the answers......she falls back on her 2008 presidential campaign propaganda and shouts, "Barack Obama is Satan!"
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