"I know no better way of considering the greatness of God than to start from this inexpressible and simple fact that he is our father and we are his children"
-St. Josemaria Escriva
Home at last! I've unpacked nearly everything and already paid a visit to my dear Providence. On the way home from school my brother asked-
"What did you put in these cinnamon rolls?"
"Milk... an egg... flour, sugar...I don't know...?"
"I think you put drugs in them- because they're addicting."
Why I found that so funny and clever I've no idea but it makes me smile whenever I think about it. Maybe it was the dry, matter of fact way he said it. I guess he didn't realize I also put wheat four in these cinnamon rolls... but don't tell, I want them to be gone by tomorrow.
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