A few months ago, the house across the street was under construction (actually, it still is but that's another story). There were a few hispanic men working on the house, but their work truck was no where in sight. The only evidence that they were even in the house was a blaring hispanic radio station playing the best hits from Mexico. Lucas had been learning Spanish in preschool and was quite familiar with it's sound. As we walked outside to get in the van, Lucas stopped and looked at me quite puzzled.
"Mom" he said with a look only Lucas can give, "I think I hear God singing in Spanish!"
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