When my son was ready to start the ninth grade, we reluctantly agreed to let
him move into the basement. Only then did I realize how convenient it would
be to get him to the breakfast table and off to school.
When his room was upstairs, I used to stand at the bottom of the staircase
and scream his name. Over and over and over.
Now? All I have to do was flick the basement light off and on, and he got
the message to come up without me raising my voice!
One morning I flicked the switch, and nothing happened. I did it several
more times. Nothing. So I flipped it up/down, up/down, up/down over and
over until I saw the whites of his eyes.
“I’m on my way,” my son grumbled. “You didn’t have to yell.”
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Dr Bob Griffin
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“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”