My son had a friend sleep over the other night. After offering him eight or so options for what he’d like to drink or eat before he left he finally agrees to a hot chocolate.
Why I work so hard to not let him leave without food aside from basic hospitality is because I keep thinking of the story of the eglah arufah (the calf atonement brought after a body is found outside a city). How we’re all blamed for letting someone go on their way including our family members without seeing them off properly. Such things always come back to haunt us.
Like you send everyone out huffing and puffing and an hour later the school calls: so-and-so is being sent home. Or so-and-so has no lunch; could you send someone with it?
So I gladly went to make the hot chocolate but soon found I had no hot chocolate mix. No problem I’ll make it out of sugar and real cocoa powder. Then I open the fridge to pour the milk. No milk.
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