I am actually posting again. Yes, the prodigal son returns. You know, whenever I hear of the "prodigal" son I always think of the word "prodigy," which is totally not what that parable is all about. Because if your son was a prodigy and came home, you'd be all like "Sweet! OK then, Mr. Smartypants, how bout you use that genius brain to unclog the downstairs sink!?!" When really the parable is all about accepting someone even after they go out and squander your fortune but then you forgive them, yadda yadda. I'm just saying that sometimes you can get off on the wrong tangent. Which, in a sense, is what this post is all about.

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