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Wow… Mr. Butler (the father) is in the kitchen making dinner.  As he is frying the onions in his apron, he scurries over to the double decker washer and dryer.  He sighs as he moves the wet clothes into the dryer, but breathes heavily and groans when he opens the dryer to see that it is a white load… full of socks.  He takes them out and inspects the… tossing them in a laundry bin until he can get to it later on that night.  Out of the shadows emerges a carefree woman, Mrs. Butler (the mother).  She goes over to the stove and tastes the onions and scrunches her nose, “They’re not done well enough,” she says as she opens the fridge and opens a soda (for herself).  Mr. Butler is standing there with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.  He watches her take a sip.  She never even offers to open one for him.  Just as quickly as she stepped in, she creeps back out.

           

Moments later a hurricane shows up.  His name is Thomas and he is the youngest.  “Can I have money? Will you drive me to practice?  I need my tie ironed!  Jillian won’t stop bothering me!” whines the slithering snake of a boy.  Mr. Butler doesn’t even bat an eye.  He does each task with ease.  Dogs are barking.  He feeds them, lets them out to go the bathroom and pets each one lovingly.  Night has fallen.  “FINALLY REST!”  Or so he thinks…  Just then his cell phone rings, “Hello? All right.  I will pick up at so and so’s house. Stay right there.”   The man is still in his shirt and tie with an apron on.  He grabs his keys and goes to his daughter’s rescue.  The wife is nowhere to be seen.  His son has taken all he has.  The man is a modern day saint.