My family is having a gathering to celebrate Father’s Day today. Their Mormon service begins at 11 a.m. so everyone is gathering at Mom and Dad’s at 3 p.m. today. We’re skipping Sunday School this morning and only going to our church service.
S.M. walks into the livingroom wearing a wide smile on his face. “What do you think?”
I look up from writing to you and begin to laugh. Afterwards, I say to him, “We’re not visiting vampires.”
He’s wearing all of my cross necklaces around his neck with a white Jesus shirt as if it were a string of garlic and we were venturing out into Count Dracula’s land. Really. My parents aren’t that terrible.
“I know.” He disappears into the bedroom and returns ten minutes later wearing a red polo shirt and new blue jeans.
“Much better.” I nod.