The other day I went to check on my son, who was playing outside. Not seeing him, I began calling, "Michael, where are you? Come here, I want to see where you are!"
No response. I began running into the yard, calling more frantically, when the prodigal boy finally stepped out of the barn with a mischievous smile on his face. So I scolded him a bit for not responding more quickly, ending my rant with, "So when I call, answer me!"
(voice from husband lounging on deck) "--O God of justice! From anguish you released me, have mercy and hear me."
(interior grumble from me):" Let's have fewer cute remarks, sweetie, and a little more help with watching Michael, or I'll release you from anguish permanently, if you get my drift."
No response. I began running into the yard, calling more frantically, when the prodigal boy finally stepped out of the barn with a mischievous smile on his face. So I scolded him a bit for not responding more quickly, ending my rant with, "So when I call, answer me!"
(voice from husband lounging on deck) "--O God of justice! From anguish you released me, have mercy and hear me."
(interior grumble from me):" Let's have fewer cute remarks, sweetie, and a little more help with watching Michael, or I'll release you from anguish permanently, if you get my drift."
