Remember when my husband thought that a mural of Jesus was a cow? Eva has recently noticed this Jesus mural and points it out whenever we drive by. I admire that she is very observant but I worry about her inability to process abstract things. You see, Eva thinks the mural is a kitty. She knows what Jesus looks like and frequently points him out in pictures, but like her father, Eva can’t make out his face in the mural. When we pass by she calls out, “There’s the kitty! Meow. See it?”
Oh, I see it. And that ain’t a kitty.
This is just another confirmation that Michael’s genes completely overpowered all of my exceptional genetic traits. In fact, I’m beginning to wonder if I’m really the mother of this child…
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