In 1975 we lived in a tiny trailer with a three-year-old and a new baby. My wife used her left-over grocery money to buy Christmas presents. My wife was frustrated because I knew what my present was because of the box that it was in: who doesn’t know a shirt box?! So, she secretly bought me another present. But when I got home from work one December afternoon, my little three-year-old daughter met me at the door with a smile and exclaimed, “Daddy, we got you a Fermous.” My wife’s expression sank. My stainless-steel thermos was outed. David was not speaking of Christmas gifts when he said in Psalm 8:2, “Out of the mouth of babes …” but he would have agreed that children can’t keep secrets. My wife got a hug from me while our innocent little girl looked on …. and all was well.
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