Three brothers built a tree fort with their father and had a big club up there. The oldest brother was a young scientist; the middle son was an aspiring artist; and the youngest one was very religious. And since they were young, just eight, seven and six, and greatly loved by their family and friends, they weren’t insecure and followed each brother’s enthusiasms. When the eldest conducted an experiment, for instance, they all helped. When the middle child drew pictures of nature, they all colored them in. And when the youngest boy read from the Bible, they knew they would learn something. Since they helped their dog get up in the fort, and their cat climbed up, everyone in the neighborhood wanted to join them up there. One big kid bribed the youngest son with candy and got the password and tried to come up. Another beat up the middle son and used the password. And one threatened to tell on the oldest boy and got the password that way. That’s where the club comes in: the brothers beat them over their heads with it and kept them from entering…
When I’m with my Daddy, even the big kids are afraid of me!
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