Just Like Life

I went to the youth Christmas pageant at the Prince of Peace Lutheran church this past week; my five year-old neighbor was a sheep and an angel. But that's not the story.

While we were all waiting in a hallway before the doors opened, a young father was minding his toddler child. The child was rolling on the floor and occasionally bumping his head against the tile floor. You could feel vibration through your feet.

Someone mentioned that the floor was "cold and hard." The young father replied, "just like life." Deadpan.

I nodded and mouthed the word, "exactly."