My child the televangelist

I’ve decided my child has a budding career as a televangelist.

Last Thursday, after five days in bed, Evelyn marched upstairs to me, threw a pair of jeans at me, and said, “Get up, put your pants on Daddy. You all better now. Come down stairs now.” Heavy emphasis on “get up” and “now.”

I need to teach her how to say the word “Healed” with lots of emotion and force.

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Erick Erickson

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