Fun with Angels

While in Wisconsin my little niece asked me how much I loved her. I teased her that I loved her about the length of a loaf of bread. To which she responded with dismay, “But I love you to the moon and back a thousand times! How come you love me so little when I love you so much?” I explained that I knew a lot of people and had to spread it thin to make sure everyone got enough and that she should get used to this usual imbalance of affection. She didn’t get it and everyone else thought I was mean.