One day, thinking about all these things and still wondering what we would do, my son, Benjamin, came through to me and he said, " Dad, I want to go for 'Voluntary Medical Male Circumcision.'"
The poorest laborer, sitting down to his crust of bread and cup of water, was far better off than King Midas, whose food was really worth its weight in gold.
Just as he was about to sink his teeth into its crispy crust, he heard loud, booming footsteps and the entire castle shook as if there was an earthquake.