She asks her dad if she can have the ice cream sandwich. He, not being quite as aware of the potential nutritional apocalypse, and trying not to be distracted from the play action, says yes. Read More
It turns out that my daughter had gone to her room, retrieved a craft that she had completed earlier in the day, brought it upstairs where I was watching TV, stood well within my line of site, said “Hey dad…” two times, and the truth is I didn’t hear her. I didn’t even see her. I was too absorbed in what I was watching. Read More
But not all methods of communication are equal. I learned this while writing a sermon a few weeks ago.