Saturday Tommy and I were in the local grocery store. As we began to move through the meat section Tommy found the lobster tank. As boys will do he started tapping on the tank and taunting the beastly creatures. After he tired of that he began to poke his finger in the hamburger meat. I quickly corrected him. But he could not resist touching each pack of meat. I looked at him and said, "Tommy, if you do not stop I will put you in the lobster tank!" Tommy looked up at me with a shocked expression and begged, "No! Please don't put me in there..." he was horrified that I would even suggest such a thing. I agreed not to put him in the tank and he agreed not to bother the perishables.

Fr. John