“I believe in more than one god,” announced a defiant Blynken to the FYG. ”You can’t tell me I’m wrong. I can believe what I want to believe. Anybody can believe anything they want to believe and nobody can tell them that’s wrong.”
“He’s right,” I said. ”He is free to believe whatever he wants to believe. So are we. And today, we choose to believe that he is a rabbit.”
“And we’re having rabbit stew for supper,” said Pip.
Obviously, or not so obviously because I never share every single detail of our lives or theirs, much prayers are needed. We are looking at a very angry little boy this weekend, and we don’t really know why.