The sun shone over an otherwise unsuspecting suburban street. A woman with brown hair in a slanted bob cut wearing a green shirt and khaki skirt stood on one side of a large bright blue trash bin, casually lifting the lid high. A small dark brown-haired boy in a red shirt and khkaki pants reached up, letting the bobblehead figurine with a traditional purple-and-gold sorcerer’s hat, purple armor, white-and-blue shield and blue star-tipped white wand lance drop from his hand into the dark squarish depth of the bin. His face was mostly blank, but still wore a faint frown and heavy, hazy eyes.
As she let the lid slide audibly shut, the woman’s lids lowered, though her grin widened. “Caleb, I am SO proud of you! You made Mommy VERY happy – and you know who ELSE is happy?”
“Jehovah?” the boy ventured.
“YES! Jehovah loves you VERY much for obeying him, Caleb.” Pausing for a less than genuine gasp, she leaned forward asking “Hey, you