Tuesday, July 12, 2005

The joys of Fatherhood

I explained one of my posts to my wife. We sat enjoying an afternoon cup of coffee on our deck. Frankie was getting out of his kiddie pool. He had one of those lemonade boxes, the kind that come with their own straw.

There I was, discussing how Catholics should know better than to just write off as violent or false the beliefs of 1 billion people. Then I felt something cool and wet run down my leg. Frankie had emptied the contents of his lemonade right on my thigh.