[My eldest son turns 37 today. This is NOT a story about him. But it could
be.]
Little Jeremiah’s father had already tucked him into bed. They had enjoyed a
bedtime story, prayers and a good-night hug and kiss. It was time to sleep.
Not five minutes later, little Jeremiah called out, “Da-a-a-ad!”
“What, son?”
“I’m thirsty. Can I have a drink of water.”
“No. You already had a drink of water. Go to sleep, son.”
Three minutes passed. Then the little boy was at it again. “Da-a-a-ad!”
“What is it?”
“I’m still thirsty. Please! Please! Please! Can I have a drink of water?”
“I already told you no. Ask me again, and I will have to spank you.”
Two minutes later, Jeremiah yelled, “Da-a-a-ad!”
“What is it now?”
“When you come in here to spank me, can you bring a drink of water?”
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Dr Bob Griffin
bob@grif.net www.grif.net
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”
