While Mom and I were on another moonlit walk last night (celebrating the season of warm), we discussed some papal business. Thanks again to this week of Spring Break-ing, I am glued to the television for all broadcasts of the Vatican City gatherings (simulcast upstairs and downstairs right now). My favorite part is pretending to translate the Italian. Mom's favorite part is hearing the quotes from the faithful, especially the elderly Polish man who said, "I love Pope."
Then we discussed economy of language. Why bother with extra words? (Why extra words?)
And then she said, "I can understand the allure of tats." Luckily, I peed before we left the house.
So we designed a portrait of PJPII to ink on her back.
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