Robey sees me typing and he says, "Mom, remember that AliBlog you wrote about Zanna and all her dolls?"
"N0," I say, thinking he's remembering an old post that somebody read to him a long time ago when people used to read this blog. I forget sometimes that he's nine now, and he can get on the computer and read anything he wants.
"The one about the Barbies. I'll show you."We pull it up, and of course he's talking about this recent post about the Barbie mom who loves her baby in the same way that so many mothers love their babies, with a fine combination of tenderness and frustration.
"I wanted to tell you something about it," he says.
"I think it's a lot like Jesus."