Take, for example, last night, when my preschooler came to me just before bedtime and requested that I read this book to him:
And I know, it's not really "unexpected" to find fulfillment in reading to your child because A.) if you're like me, you realize every day how blessed you are to have children and B.) reading to your children is one of the sweetest things in the world.
But although both of those things are quite fulfilling and all that jazz, I'm talking about that extra mile that God went for me when He made sure that I read a book that included this page:
Because I'm really mature, I began sputtering with laughter. Both of my boys looked up from the book, eyeing me quizzically and waiting for an explanation about what the hell was so damned funny.
I paused for a moment. I thought about trying to explain what I thought was so funny, but then responsible adulthood took over and I thought to myself, "Shay, they are SIX and FOUR. They are not old enough to hear nut jokes, and to even think about telling them would be reprehensible."
Okay, really what I thought was, "Shay, they are SIX and FOUR. They are not old enough to understand nut jokes, and to even think about telling them would be a total waste."
So instead, I sighed a long, wistful sigh and gave myself a moment to reminisce over sweet college memories of slut days gone past as I thought to myself, "I hear ya, sweet hedgehog. I hear ya. I can't even begin to tell you how many times that exact same thing has happened to me."
Of course, I never knew exactly what the apple was for, but whatevs, you know? I just figured it was all part of the college experience.
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