The Handwriting on the Wall
A weary mother returned from the store, Lugging groceries through the kitchen door. Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son, Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done. “While I was out playing and Dad was on a call, T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall! It’s on the new paper you just hung in the den. I told him you’d be mad at having to do it again.” She let out a moan and furrowed her brow, “Where is your little brother right now?” She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride, She...