28 Feb

One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her small boy into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, “Mommy, will you sleep in here with me tonight?”

The Mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. “I can’t, dear,” she said. “I have to sleep with Daddy.”

A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: “The big sissy.”

(This joke was today’s offering on Mikey’s Funnies, a Christian joke list to which I subscribe.

Okay, if that constitutes being a sissy, I am one. After 20 years of marriage, I DO NOT sleep if without Diana. How could I sleep without the kicks or that move where she can levitate, flip 180 degrees, and land in less than half a second?

In all seriousness, send her on a trip, or send me on a trip, and I have the hardest time getting to sleep. But, the older I get, all I have to do is SEE my bed at home on a normal night and I am out. And, there it is . . . a personal briefing on the sleep habits of David R. Wike . . .

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