Every winter my wimpy minivan starts an alarm in my car. This alarm is meant to tell me I have a flat tire. But I don’t. It’s just that my minivan wants to whine, “But it’s so cooooold. I don’t WANna drive now. Take me HOOOOoooome.” And I tell it to be quiet and suffer silently and drive on. This time, we all climbed into the van after AWANA and it screamed and I said, oh, it does that every year. It’s fine.
Eight hours later.
And let that be a lesson to you: You can’t ever NOT listen to the boy who cried wolf.