by Vyckie
Recently, my friend Heather, who is the pastor at the Salvation Army where I attend church, came over to help with yard work. As we were pulling up weeds ~ some of which had grown as tall as me ~ my new neighbors, a young couple with a baby boy, came outside to work on their landscaping.
Heather also has young children, and since she’s super friendly, she used the connection as a conversation starter … “How old is your baby?”
“Eight months,” the new mom responded.
Trying to keep the conversation going, Heather added, “I have two kids.”
… which sounded to my ears like an incomplete sentence.
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