With all a parent’s fondness, I chose the perfect gift for my son’s ninth birthday: a full-colour booklet about the Titanic, complete with a press-out paper model of the famous ship. I imagined the children working together on the model over the coming days, becoming more and more interested about its history. Perhaps we would even have to go to the library and get out more books on the subject to satisfy their curiosity. How educational it would be, for all of them.
The morning after the birthday party, I was led into the bedroom to view the finished model. “But Mum,” I was told, “the picture on the cover is wrong, because it shows smoke coming out of all four funnels, and one of the Titanic‘s funnels was a fake.”
When will I ever learn? God gives us children to teach us.