Eight little words. Eight heartbreaking little words.
Just before going to sleep last night, my eldest asked:
"Daddy, can I have a drink of water?"
With a catch, I said "Of course, honey."
I wonder how many times Bob Schindler got up at night to get his little girl water. And now a band of total bastards says that's "illegal."
Should people ever try to do this to one of my children, may Almighty God have mercy on them.
For I will be inclined to apply their standards of "mercy" instead.