My warrior

My son Chandler turned eight today. And what a male person he has become!


One evening, during the Holy Week, we were all in the van on the way to church, and we had to go very slow beside a candlelit procession, the people chanting prayers as they slowly walked on alongside the van. As we looked outside the windows, Chandler said, in a low, gruff voice, and with great exaggeration on the plosives, "We're going to battle the devil."

That he knows which side he's on does not make me such a bad mother.