Can it get better than this?
Imagine an 11-year old, sweet and warm from a bath, under his down comforter (this is Minnesota) reading for those final few moments before bed. This would be my guy tonight. And his reading material? The front page of the Business section from The New York Times. He slides down the newspaper, pushes up his glasses, and says, "can I read out loud to you from my new calendar, the 2008 one that counts down Bush's last year in office? There are amazing quotes mocking his grammar."
There is a God.