Ask Dad

 Ask Dad

When our son, Benjamin,aka Jamie, was a 7-year-old, one day he noticed his father napping on the living room floor where he had dozed off reading the evening paper.

Jamie remembered something he wanted to ask Dad, but he hated to wake him up. Then a bright idea popped into his mind. The smell of coffee would surely wake Dad up, (after all, it does on the t.v. commercials).

Jamie proceeds to the kitchen to brew a pot in our new "Mr. Coffee." When it had finished, he carefully balanced a cup full, being careful not to spill any, gingerly stepping over books and magazines scattered around the coffee table.

Just as he lowered the steaming cup of coffee into position so that the tantalizing aroma would drift into the unconsciousness of the unsuspecting sleeper, Dad shifted his position, bumping into Jamie's arm. The cup jiggled, splashing the hot liquid onto Jamie's hand.

I had already retired for the night, but I was suddenly roused from slumber by an uproar in the living room that sounded like the stampeding of a mad bull. Jamie had jerked when the coffee splashed him, and the hot coffee had poured into Howard's ear!

I rushed into the room and found Jamie peering from behind the dining room door in terror at the turn his good intention had taken, unable to explain to me what had happened.

I had to piece together disjointed cries of "Dad, Coffee, Hot." Thankfully, it wasn't as hot as it could have been from a percolator, and there was no real damage done. I don't think Jamie drinks coffee to this day!

10Lynda Pruitt, Julie Summers Stockstill and 8 others

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