Thunderstruck

Mrs. Goldstein was putting her little Shmuel to bed at the height of a violent thunderstorm.

"Mommy," he asked nervously, "can I sleep with you tonight?"

"I'm sorry, darling," she said. "But you know Daddy and I sleep together in our room."

"It's not fair," said Shmuel. "Tell the big coward not to be such a baby."

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