Mary Isaacs, a woman who will make her profession of faith in Jesus this Sunday, made me a jam cake with caramel frosting. It was on the table, close to Joe's wrestling ring, where he was having a match with his figures, Batista and Findlay. Joe looked up at me with those sweet eyes and said, "Daddy, please move your cake. I am about to slam Findlay right there."
On the way into church, Joe grabbed some wrestlers and was frantically looking for the championship belt. I told him we had to go NOW. He kept looking. I said we really had to go and I did not care if he could not find the belt. So he huffed and said, "Fine, I'll just have to have a money-in-the-bank match."
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