It’s a Crow
An 80-year-old man was sitting on the couch with his 45-year-old son when a crow landed on the window. The father asked, “What is that?” The son replied, “It’s a crow.” A few minutes later, the father asked again, “What is that?”
The son replied, “Dad, I just told you—it’s a crow.” The father asked a third time, “What is that?” The son replied more firmly, “It’s a crow, Dad.” Then the father asked a fourth time, “What is that?” The son burst out: “Why do you keep asking me the same question? I told you several times it’s a crow! Can’t you understand?” The father quietly left the room and returned with a worn-out old diary. He handed it to his son and asked him to read a page. The diary read: “Today my 3-year-old son was sitting with me on the couch when a crow landed on the window. He asked me 23 times what it was, and I answered each time with a smile, saying ‘It’s a crow.’ I hugged him each time he asked the question. I felt no irritation, only love for my innocent little boy.”
