A woman tells about her five-year-old son playing in his first neighborhood softball game. The little guy named Frankie stepped up to the plate while his Dad shouted instructions from the sidelines. Mom and Dad both cheered excitedly when Frankie clouted the ball well out into right field. Charged with excitement, the youngster scampered around first base and rounded second. Then, confused by so much shouting, he hesitated on third base and seemed not to know what to do next.

“Run HOME, Frankie!” his dad screamed, wanted desperately to see him score. “Run HOME!”

With that, Frankie turned, scooted across left field, squeezed through the fence and disappeared. They found him later sitting in the kitchen of the family home. (1)

Well, he did just as his Dad instructed him to do. His father …