I nag. I don’t like to, but I do it.
I nag because this world is increasingly becoming a network of oncoming trains and my children stand by the tracks. The nagging is my feeble attempt at the flashing red lights and red and white arm bar designed to keep them away. I want them safe, but it’s tiring and only marginally effective.
Hey! My Father has a better idea. Talk to Him about all the oncoming trains I’m concerned about. He’s in charge of the track switch and He’s got this!