In vain

Carpool talk this morning:

We see an ambulance rolling down our street and say a Hail Mary for whoever needs that ambulance. After the prayer our 5 year old friend says (she's a one-upper): I know the name of God's son. It's kind of weird because it's a bad word.

Ah, the state of the Godless' children. Maybe they'll choose better for themselves when they grow? But to build on so many years of deficit. Outlook grim.