also, whenever we drive past a Mennonite church, he jokes "What do they call lady Mennonites? WOMANITES!"
My parents have had a mouse problem recently (despite their four cats and one dog - clearly, these are unintelligent mice). My dad put a have-a-heart trap out for the most recent mouse, baited with a peanut butter covered ritz cracker. When he caught the mouse, he took it out to the woodpile in the backyard and left it there, with the original bait peanut butter cracker AND, because he felt bad for taking it out of its nice, comfortable, warm spot under the oven, gave it a few more crackers for good measure.
Hector stretched his hands out for his son,
But the boy shrank back and clung to the breast
Of his richly-girdled nurse, crying out.
He was terrified at the sight of his own father,
terrified of the bronze helm with the fearful horse-hair plume.
Hector laughed, Andromache too.
And glorious Hector pulled his glittering helmet off
He set it on the ground. He kissed his dear son,
Holding him in his arms. Then he prayed.
This was his prayer to Zeus and the immortals:
"Zeus and all you other gods grant this my prayer.
Grant that my son, may grow up to be, like me
First among the Trojans, as strong and brave as me.
Grant that he may rule Troy with strength.
And grant that men shall say of him,
'He is a far better man than his father."
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