BLAMERS

As I go to throw my Target bags in the back of the Yukon, I notice someone has left a special message in the window dirt.

"Who wrote "penis" on the back of the car window?" I demand my 10, 5, and 19 month old to answer.

"Not me!" the eldest child quick and wise in adverting blame.

"Not me!" the second child quick and wise in repeating.

Silence as I toss in my 10 drink box packages (on sale, of course).

"Conrad did it, Mom," says the second about the third, who's adorably beaming. 

Busted!

Today's Prayer: "Why do people write words of genitalia on my car? As if I don't have enough to deal with. Thank you for taking my troubles at your feet. This is one I just don't need."