From the Mouths of Babes

I was having lunch with my daughter the other day; a special treat for me.  She is 9 and her time is full.  If not school, then dance or friends.  The peaceful time of daughter and father is rare and precious.

I asked the waiter for the check.  And then she said something that hit me like a truck.  Gave me chills to the very core of my being:

Daddy, why do we have to pay for food?  We need it to live!  It should be free!

In my own HOME!

Suffice it to say that a copy of “The Law” will be given to her for her 10th birthday.

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