breaking point—we all have one

Asa told me a story the other day about his "early childhood."

When he was about 5, an older kid at camp offered him four lollipops if he would say, "I hate my mom" and hold up his middle finger. 

That seemed like a terrible thing to Asa—really a big deal. He demonstrated for me how he whimpered and said, "I-I-I h-hate my mommm" and tried to raise his middle finger part way.



 "Asa, you mean you went ahead and did it??"

"Mama, those lollipops are like a dollar a piece!"