I was standing in trampoline gym asking Melanie what she wanted to do next for her birthday. Some sort of shopping? I went down the usual list which for us is more treasure hunting, less mall cruising. A girl about Melanie’s age started whispering theatrically in our direction. I thought about the five to ten visible/audible reasons she could be pointing at us. Then I figured our real story was even worse than what she could see. Then I thanked God for Oscar Wilde.
And Jesus of course…
Praying for KP