Years ago, I had to get up early to get to a carpool to commute to northern Virginia. I noticed some bloody Kleenex in the bathroom garbage, so I assumed one of my kids had a nosebleed overnight and my wife took care of it.
I called my wife from work during the day to ask her about it, and she said she saw the Kleenex and assumed that I had taken care of the nosebleed.
At dinner that night, I asked the kids if any of them had a nosebleed the previous night. My five year old told me she did, and that she took care of it herself. I asked her, “Why didn’t you wake me up to help you?” She answered, “Abba, I didn’t want to wake you up. It was kibud Av.”
Boy, was I stunned by that. Talk about a story to remember!