On Friday, God created the angelic, strange children

“Yum, can I have some more spinach? This is really good!”

“Please pass the squash.”

“Mom, will you get me some tomatoes?”

“You didn’t make enough chicken.”

“Can I put some more basalmic vinegar on my spinach?”

Then the heavens opened wide, and a chorus of angels sang a never ending hymn of gladness. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh haaaaallelujah… haaaaallelujah…hallelujah, hallelujah, hallleeeeelu-jah”

And the mother saw that it was good.