But there’s something worth seeing here.
Do you have a fake family? I do. It’s the one I made up in my head and it gives my real family an impossibly high standard to reach. My fake family never fights during game night, they sweetly try a few bites of everything on their plates, and they never leave their dirty underpants on the bathroom floor.
My fake family and my real family have been duking it out in my brain lately. I suspect that Jen Hatmaker’s fake family lives next door to my fake family.