Riding in the car last week, Shirley and I got in some sort of an argument. We went back and forth with "I said NO." "Well, I said YES." Until I finally put the kaibosh on the whole situation, reminding her (without losing my temper, though nearly) that I am the mother and what I say goes.
We were quiet for a few minutes, letting the steam out of the van, when Shirley said, "Mama, I have sin in my heart."
It took everything I had to not reply, "YES. YOU. DO."
Instead, we both asked each other for forgiveness and drove onward and upward.
