We were running late for church Sunday morning, so late that I didn’t have time for my morning
injection of caffeine can of Diet Coke. That is a dangerous way for me to start my day, and I grumbled about it as we climbed into the car.
Fast forward to after church, when I scolded nine-year-old Adam for something I thought he had done, only to learn it was his brother who was the criminal in question. I quickly apologized for jumping to conclusions. Adam flashed me a mischievous grin.
"It’s okay, Mom," he said with exaggerated sympathy. "I know you have anger-management issues when you don’t get your Diet Coke in the morning."
That little stinker.
That little absolutely right stinker.