the presumption of inclusion

tv

My wife was at the front door, heading out to work,
telling me about a TV show someone had recommended to her.
The second season was to begin that evening.
“I know it’s a full day,” she said,
“but maybe we could watch it tonight.”
Came a young voice from upstairs,
“I can’t—tonight.”
Pause.
“Well, really I was talking to Dad.”
Pause.
Young voice from upstairs, more quietly:
“Oh. …. Now I’m a little embarrassed!”

I love the presumption of inclusion.
I think that’s definitive of family.
I think it ought to be of church.

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