For Whom the Bell Tolls

For Whom the Bell Tolls

“When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years.”

Mark Twain

My good friend Dave and I were walking down the fairway the other day talking about our kids, and he told me this story.

Dave was at home one night, sound asleep. Something woke him up, and he didn’t know what it was. He lay there listening and noticed the clock said 3:16 am. The doorbell rang, and Dave realized that it must have rung before and awakened him. He got out of bed, wondering who the heck would be ringing the doorbell in the middle of the night.

The bell rang a third time.

Dave opened the door in his pajamas, and there stood a pizza delivery guy holding seven large boxes. Dave looked at him quizzically and was about to speak, when he heard an upstairs door open behind him. He turned to look, and there stood his son, Max, at the top of the stairs.

Dave asked Max incredulously, “Did you order seven pizzas?”

Max looked back at his dad in a way only a teenager can and said, “There are seven of us.”

Of course! What more needs to be said.

-Hank