A little boy and his mother were crossing the River..
MOTHER: “Please hold my…hand.”
BOY: “No, Mom, you hold my hand.”
MOTHER: “What’s the difference, my son?”
BOY: “If I hold your hand and something happens to me…chances are I may let your hand go…But if you hold my hand….I know for sure,
you will never let me go.”Continue reading “my three sons”