One morning, when my son was about 19 months, he saw me putting on a pale green face-mask. (Something I rarely do.)

“What ‘ou doin’?” he said.

“I’m putting on a face mask,” I replied.

“What it for?” he asked.

“It’s to make Mummy look more beautiful,” I told him.

He stood looking at me in that considering way that small children have, then said as gently as possible, “Well…it doesn’t.”

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A fine is a tax for doing wrong. A tax is a fine for doing well.

Thought for the day 
Psalm 121:1-2
I lift up my eyes to the hills — where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.