Today

After a post-church run to Sam's Club, I am sitting in the middle seat next to Mac and Neva, the two boys are in the back, and the entire trunk and passenger seat are full, almost to the ceiling, of groceries. The kids are eating pretzel rods purchased at Sam's, and I hear William in the backseat rubbing two rods together. "Will," I say, "don't make crumbs with your pretzels." The rubbing continues. "William," I say firmly, "I hear you rubbing those pretzels together. Stop making crumbs."

"I'm not making crumbs," he replies. "I'm making dust."