God’s a woman
I had Tin on my hip early this morning when we went outside to put the recycles in the bin under the porch. He wouldn’t let go of the empty yogurt container and I was cajoling him into either dropping it himself or giving it to Mommy. Neither working. So then I stood him on the porch and was joking around with him when a woman’s voice said, “Isn’t he adorable when he smiles.”
It was the nun, in the window, but for Tin it was a voice, an Irish female voice, coming from above. I said, “Sounds like the voice of god, proof she’s a woman.”