The other day, LB looked at the small crater on my nose that has replaced the mole I’ve had there for my entire life.“That’s a mole.”

“No honey, there’s no mole there anymore. It used to be, but now it’s gone.”

“God took it off.”

“No, the doctor took it off.”

And that would be the part of me that’s stubborn enough to deny, to my 2-year-old, that God deserves any credit for the removal of the mole.

Mostly because I’m pretty sure that if God had volunteered to “take it off” for me, it would have been a heck of a lot cheaper and the insurance company wouldn’t be hassling me with letters about “preexisting conditions.”

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