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When the good Lord was creating Fathers he started with a tall frame. And a female angle nearby said, "What kind of Father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put Father up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping." God smiled and said, "yes, but if I make him child size whom would children have to look up to? And when God made a Father's hands, they were large and sinewy, The angle shook her head and said, Large hands can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails, or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats. And God smiled and said, I know but they're large enough to cup a child's face in. Then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders. Do you realize you just made a Father without a lap? the angel clucked. God said, A mother needs a lap, A Father needs stronge shoulders to pull a sled, to balance a boy on a bicycle, or to hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus. God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer. That's not fair. Do you honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed eartly in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests? God smiled and said, They'll work. You'll see. They'll support a small child who wants to ride a horse to Banbury cross or scare off mice at the summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill. God worked throughout the night giving the Father few words, but a firm, authoritative voice, eyes that saw everything, but remained calm and tolerant. Finally almost as a afterthought, he added tears. Then he turned to the angel and said, Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a Mother. and the angel said no more... Erma Bombeck
