Perfect Parents Don't Exist
I'm sure it was a conspiracy.
Can you see it? A group of young boys huddle together in the preschool Sunday School class. They quietly whisper, concocting a devious plan ...
"Burger King! Burger King!" Their chant soon becomes a roar. The hapless parents are inexplicably drawn into the plot. Three innocent families convoy by minivan from the "House of the Lord" to the "House of the King".
The moms sit and chat at the table, nibbling french fries and sipping iced tea. Their husbands corral rowdy young men in the Play Place. A persistent, grating scream echoes from within the play area. Its source is an over-tired little girl.
"What a horrible sound," the moms whisper among themselves, "Why doesn't her mother take her home for a nap?"
"That kid is driving us nuts!" the men complain, "We can hardly hear ourselves think." The dads congratulate themselves on how well-behaved their children are.
To the relief of everyone, the mom and the tired toddler eventually exit the restaurant.
One of the men comes out to check on the ladies and steal french fries. He relates the Saga of the Screaming Toddler in the Play Place, finishing his tale with the following statement:
"And we guys decided to call ourselves The Perfect Parents, because our kids are being so good."
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"Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall." (Proverbs 16:18)
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A young boy exits the Play Place to check on the ladies and steal french fries. He spends ten minutes chatting with his mom, entertaining the table with preschool antics. Finally he announces, "I want to go back and play now."
His mom escorts him to the play area. At the sight of the boy, his father's cheeks blanch.
"Ummm ... was he out there with you guys?" the dad asks.
"Well sure," his mom replies, "Didn't you notice?"
"Well, we just thought he was playing at the top of the slide for a while. We hadn't seen him for a few minutes ... "
"Ahhh. I can certainly see how you earned your status of Perfect Parent," the mom says as she gently closes Play Place door.
Sweet, sweet revenge.
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