Playground Blasphemy

Hello, my lovelies. It's a crisp, bright Tuesday in Texas. A perfect day for writing.

So the other day, we were having a talk with Spawn. It wasn't a lecture per se, but a pep talk about school. I was in the middle of a very profound discourse on something of importance when my precious little boy flipped me the bird.

Now, I should say this was not an angry, rebellious gesture, so much as an experimental one. In his lap, he curled his little fingers down and extended the middle one with an...