Pro-Life Mother's Helper

You Know She's Pro-Life When . . . Today I had a mother's helper come over to play with the kids so I could lie down (and I actually fell asleep!). She's the daughter of a parishioner and a neighbor of ours. We were chatting about her family's new kittens and I asked from where they were adopted.

"Well, you know where L----- [name of clinic] is? So, you just drive past the abortion mill and the place where we got the kittens is right there."

I really had to keep a straight face not to laugh because it was so funny to hear this little sprite of a ten-year-old (or so) speak so plainly about an abortion clinic, and her presumption that, of course, I would know where it is because I would pray there too (which I do). Her mama is a real prayer warrior out there all year round, along with their whole family. This little girl's big brother (my regular mother's helper) has been using his own money to go to the annual march in Washington D.C. for several years now. Go, mama, go! Keep up the good work!

I know that not all my blog readers will feel the same way I do, but I found the exchange delightful and quite humorous! I'll be chuckling about it all evening.