Monday, August 11, 2008

Your sin is forgiven

Mom and I went for a walk tonight and she was telling me how she still feels guilty about not picking up some dog poop when she walked my uncle's 20 years ago.

We were walking/rolling down Greenwich Street, when I looked down and said: "Speaking of poop." I had just rolled through a pile of the stuff, which was sitting in the road. Of course, it smushed into my wheels.

I guess that is what they mean about the sins of the parents being visited on the son. Except Mom was the one who cleaned it off when we got home, Mom and my little sister. I think it at least absolves her of her 20-year-old sin.

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