Tuesday, December 30, 2008
My son's words
One quiet evening we were watching TV - my wife, the kids and me. It was warm and late, so Michael fell asleep on my shoulder. Soon enough it as time to go upstairs. When I woke him up, the sleepy boy said: "Dad, I am sleeping on you, and you're sleeping on the sofa, and the sofa is sleeping on the floor, and the floor is sleeping on the house, and the house is sleeping on the cold hard Earth, and the Earth is sleeping in Space, and the Space is sleeping in the Universe, and the Universe is sleeping in God".
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