A young Mom wrote:While, I was recovering from surgery and
spending most of the day in bed, my seven year old son asked me why
I didn't get a boyfriend, since my husband (his Dad) had run
off.
I told him the television is my new boyfriend, he entertains me all
the time. And, even though he sometimes doesn't start, I just give
it a few hard whacks on the side and it comes back on and I'm happy
as a lark for hours. He was satisfied with the explanation and
walked away.
Sunday the pastor stopped by to check on my recovery. My son
answered the door. The pastor smiled and asked, "Is your Mom busy,
son?"
My little one looked up at him and replied, "Yes, sir, she's in the
bedroom banging her new boyfriend and once she gets him started,
she'll be happy for hours!"
