When I got home the other day, I was famished. Luckily, there was a huge bowl of sweet, juicy cherries waiting to be devoured. As I tried to enjoy my bounty, I was interrupted by two little interlopers.
“Daddy!” screamed my 8-year-old daughter, Nee. “What are you doing?”
“I’m eating cherries,” I said. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“You can’t eat all of them,” interjected my 5-year-old son, N. “They’re for the whole family.”
“I can eat all of them,” I said as I gobbled a heaping, handful. “And that is precisely what I’m about to do.”
“Haven’t you heard of a thing called SHARING?” asked Nee.
“Yeah,” said N. “God commanded us to share!”
“Oh really, now?” I responded.
“It’s true,” he replied. “God really did command it.”
“Can you point that out in the Bible for me?” I asked.
“No,” he said dejectedly. “But you have to share with us.”
The two of them continued badgering me until I finally gave each of them a cherry. Thinking they were satisfied, I continued savoring my luscious snack.
“Can we have another one?” they said nearly in unison.
“No,” I said. “Go away. These cherries are mine.”
“But, daddy,” Nee whined. “You have to share with your children.”
“Yes, daddy,” N added. “Remember what God said?” How could I argue with God? I handed the remaining cherries to the kids and hung my head in defeat.
Later that night, I noticed my wife, K, had given the children some cherries for dessert.
“May I have a cherry?” I asked N.
“No,” he said immediately.
“Didn’t God say we’re supposed to share with each other?” I asked.
“Well, yeah, but you’ve had enough cherries for tonight,” he said.
“Yeah, Daddy,” said Nee. “You’ve had enough and we’re not sharing.”
Hypocrites.
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