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Tuesday, 17 February 2009 07:34 |
My seven-year-old son asked me why I didn't have a boyfriend.
I was recovering from surgery and spent most of the day in bed.
I told him the TV was my boyfriend, he entertained me all the
time.
The TV set was old and would just shut itself off for no reason.
I'd give it a few hard whacks on the side and it would come
back on.
The pastor stopped by to check on my recovery and my son
answered the door. At that time I was trying to get the TV
to come back on. The pastor asked my son if I was busy.
My little one said, "No, sir, she is just in the bedroom
banging her boyfriend."
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