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A Chest Hair Named Fred

When he was a teen-ager, my son, who was not wearing a shirt, approached his mother and said,

"Look, Mom."  "I'm looking."  "What do you see?"  "I see your chest."  "Yes, but what do you see on my chest?"  "What am I supposed to see on your chest?"  "You're supposed to see a chest hair named Fred."

 

Obviously, if that event had not actually occurred, I would never have the wit to create it.  I think it is amusing, touching and so intensely personal as to be faintly embarrassing.  It also reveals a wonderful sense of the absurd.  What could be more ridiculous than a chest hair -- and named -- Fred?  I cannot get that phrase out of my head.  Thus I have devoted some heavy theological reflection to Fred's...

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