By that I mean, I emerged from my basement office only to find an empty house and a half eaten donut on the counter. Since no one was home to challenge me for it, I figured it was mine for the taking. A few hours later, my son comes home..."Hey, where's my donut? Daddy!?"
As a random act of kindness, I woke up the next morning and drove him to get a donut. He didn't remember, or he didn't care. I think he just like going somewhere with his dad who has been locked away for weeks studying and writing papers on how to be a good person who shows Christ love to all.