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,
“Well, really I was talking to Dad.”
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.