You know when your son comes to you and asks, "Dad - can I borrow your bike, I am starting to train for a triathlon" and you happily agree, because it is very constructive for a young man to do triathlons, and he uses ithe bike twice and you never hear of it again, and you take it out for the first time since he has used it, and you are hooring down a hill into Dun Laoghaire in the rain and you touch the front brake and realise the cable is snapped.
You know when you return home, change your underpants, and then ask your beloved 2nd born "exactly when were you going to inform me I had 50% of my brakes, old bean" and he looks up from the match and grunts " oh yeah, meant to tell you about that."
Do offspring have souls?
You know when you return home, change your underpants, and then ask your beloved 2nd born "exactly when were you going to inform me I had 50% of my brakes, old bean" and he looks up from the match and grunts " oh yeah, meant to tell you about that."
Do offspring have souls?