"Oh, well in that case..."

I'm coming up the stairs and I already know that Connor didn't take his nap. I can hear him talking exuberantly as I approach his bedroom door. When I turn the handle and open the door I find Connor sitting on the floor, alongside his wet underwear, wet jammy pants and very wet frog rug. I am angry. Not just because Connor knows better by now than to spray everything like a territorial dog. Mainly I'm mad because Jolie has gone to a matinee and it's up to me and me alone to clean this mess up.

"Connor! Not only did you NOT take your nap, but you peed all over everything! I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!"

"Well, I did all that earlier."

Only now do I actually make eye contact with him. Only now do I notice that he is holding his little white New Testament that he received from the hospital of his birth.

"Right now I'm reading about Christ our Lord."