Our words ........something to think about

"When I was a kid, my Mum liked to make food for dinner every now & then.  I remember one night in particular when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my Mum placed a plate of extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad.  I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!

Yet, all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mum and ask me how my day was at school.

I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my Mum apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits.

And I'll never forget what he said:  "Honey, I love burned biscuits."

Later that night, I wen to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned.  

He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your mum put in a long hard day at work today and she's real tired.  And besides .... A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone, but harsh words do!"