I don't talk about my kids on my blog as much as I should. They are quite entertaining. Follow this link and read the promo my son Aaron, 17 tomorrow, wrote for the Christmas party our church's youth group threw last spring.
And then there's Charity, my darling eighteen year old daughter. She was at the dinner table this evening and asked:
"Why do great men that use their God given gifts to take on social injustice like Martin Luther King, Jr. go down with one shot and obnoxious, self-indulgent gangsta rappers like 50 Cent live through six bullet wounds? I can't figure it out."