Way back before I care to remember, on an idyllic Sunday morning during some long-forgotten summer, two kids were running around their house trying to find their father. After a few minutes, they burst into their father’s office to find him relaxing in his favorite chair, reading the Sunday Times. The father looked up at the boys, but didn’t pay much attention.

One of the boys asked, “Say, Dad, have you met the new neighbors?”

The Father looked up from his paper for a moment before going back to the sports section, “No,” he said, “No, I didn’t know anyone was moving into the neighborhood.”

“Well, you’ve got to meet them,” stated one of the boys, “You really should come down and say hello.”

“Perhaps another time; I don’t get very many opportunities to enjoy myself, and I want to read the paper before I do anything else. I work very hard to provide for the both of you and your Mother, so I’d appreciate it if you let me have a few minutes to myself today,” said the father rather curtly.

The boys were starting to get upset. “Look, Dad — you’ve got to come meet them right now!”

After some more convincing, the father got up and said, “Alright! Where are they? If they’re already here I don’t want to keep them waiting. I didn’t know they were that eager to meet me. Have you met them already?”

One of the boys looks up at his dad and says, “Oh no, we haven’t met them either, but our baseball is in their living room, so we think it’d be a good idea if we introduce ourselves.”