Two afternoons ago, I walked into my house after running errands to discover my 14 year-old son sitting at the counter in the kitchen and poring over documents. To be honest he looked like a cross between a 1950’s TV lawyer and an 1890’s dime store novel detective. If he’d had a monocle, he would’ve been wearing it.
“What on earth is all this?” I asked.
My boy, really my young man, looked up briefly, locked eyes with me, and folded his hands.
“Father,” he said pensively, “I’ve purchased a square foot of land in Scotland.”
My expression changed rather quickly to one bit of bewilderment but of absolute befuddlement.
“Huh?” was all I could muster.
He paused a moment and then capped his initial statement of his real estate prowess with the following.
“Now you have to call me… Lord.”
Good night everybody.
St. Joseph, pray for us!
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