Word Play
May 1984It was 11:00 pm, and the music library at Baylor was closing. The library workers made a sweep through the room and found a red-haired student sound asleep on the floor. They tried to wake him and failed; even with rough shaking, he remained asleep. As they considered telephoning 911, the student finally awoke to a crowd of workers and students standing above him. His sleep deprivation was severe--for several weeks he had only spent about five hours a night in bed.
June 2011
The red-haired dad went upstairs to wake his son. He had a great deal of trouble rousing Adam from bed, and remembered that he had stayed up late the previous night. Finally, his son came downstairs for lunch.
Jonathan: "I could hardly wake Adam up."
Mary: "Sounds like you back at Baylor! What goes around, comes around."
Jonathan: "Like father, like son! Must be in the genes."
It took about ten seconds for the comment to register.
Rachel: "Genes! You're crazy, Dad. That's impossible."
Jonathan smiled, and I responded, "Jeans, Rachel, j-e-a-n-s, not genes, g-e-n-e-s!"
She gave me a look that said, "Mom, you can't get Dad out of this one!"
posted by Stahlkes @ 10:53 AM
1 Comments:
Haha, that's brilliant! Very slick that it almost escaped without comment. Sounds like something my dad would say. ;)
I love reading your blog, even though I rarely note. It is such a wonderful combination of warm laughter and tough lessons--God be with you all!
-Christina in PA
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