Foxe and Batman

The other night I was coming out of a nasty migraine. The kind that leaves you slow and thin-skinned. My daughters were at a bachelorette party with their future sister-in-law. I wasn’t totally sure where a couple of my sons were. My wife was helping lead a women’s study at church. And I was home with my youngest, the two-year-old, Foxe.

I had projects I…