I need help.
My wonderful wife left yesterday to attend a minister’s wives retreat. I talked with her a little while ago and she is having a wonderful time. The situation on the home-front however is rapidly decaying.
My two sons, ages 8 and 9, went down to their little hideout in the swamp behind our neighbor’s house (we live in the country). I was sitting at my desk working on the computer when I heard a very timid knock on the door. I went to the door and there were both them, (I think) covered from head to toe in mud. In the words of that late, great, agrarian philosopher, Jerry Clower, “Boys, it would be easier to have two more than it would be to clean you up!”
My first inclination was to take them out to the spigot and hose them down, but it was a little cool today so I just told them to undress and head for the tub. As they peeled off their clothes, I tried to get the story from them. They were so pitiful that I couldn’t help but laugh even while I was trying to be stern. It seems that one of them got his foot stuck in the mud and lost a boot (brand new), his brother tried to rescue the boot and fell in. Then the first one tried to help his brother and fell in too. I still haven’t figured out exactly who the “first one” or the “other” is.
When we finally got them cleaned up, my oldest one said, “Boy, I sure am glad we lived through that!” To which I replied, “You haven’t made it yet, wait until your mama gets home and finds out.”
I was prepared to deliver judgment, but they were very repentant so grace prevailed.
I miss my wife.