So I’m helping Grandpa on with his sweater this morning when he says, “The Lord told me it was Monday.”
Jill: “No Dad, it’s Sunday.”
Grandpa: “Well, the Lord told me it was Monday.”
Eric interjected jokingly from the hallway: “Well, it could be Satan, Grandpa.”
Grandpa didn’t hear him…
I thought to myself, next time he has any hair-brained ideas that he wants me to do for him, and tells me the Lord told him to do so, I’m gonna say: “Remember, Dad, the Lord told you it was Monday when it was really Sunday.”
