At twilight, a boy dragged himself in the back door. His head hung with fatigue, his pants were torn, his knee was scraped raw, and his arms were full of scratches.
“How was you day, son?” his father asked. He lifted his son up into his arms and gave him an embrace.
“I wish you could have come to play with me, dad,” the boy said. “You could have carried me when I was tired and stopped me from running into the pricker bush and made my knee feel better when it got hurt.”
“If I had come with you, son,” the father replied, “I could not have given you this hug when you came back. Now come sit down with me and tell me all about your adventures.”