I have a theory that Moses didn’t mind so much that he was not going to be allowed into the promised land.
As amazing as parenthood can be, I have been convinced for some time that our children conspire against us.
"The broad smile returned to her face, and she giggled, a grating, mechanical sound, like a hinge starting to lose its lubrication. “You’re a funny man, Mr. Carlton! Very funny man.”
I actually begin to think to myself that I could probably survive there just fine. . .