On our lovely return trip home, it seems that there are kids everywhere. Kicking, chattering, screaming, gnashing their teeth, crying, crawling, running. Doing some kind of gymnastics routine on the pull-out trays connected to our seats. Wailing behind us in the line at Quizno’s. Rolling around on the dirty floor at the airport.
The wife is convinced that this is an anomaly; an unusual day. But I’m thinking that they were here all along. And that next year at this time, we may just be adding our contribution of children to the mix.
As Gospel Matt says, “Lord, have mercy.”