And the Lord said, "Have you read the
specs on this order?

She has to be completely washable, but
not plastic;Have 180 moveable
parts...all replaceable;Run on black
coffee and leftovers; Have a lap that
disappears when she stands up;A kiss
that can cure anything from a broken
leg to a disappointed love affair; And
six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and
said, "Six pairs of hands...no way."

"It's not the hands that are causing
me problems," said the Lord. "It's the
three pairs of eyes that mothers have
to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked
the angel.

The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees
through closed doors when she asks,
What are you kids doing in there?' when
she already knows. Another here in the
back of head that sees what she
shouldn't but what she has to know,
and of course the ones here in front
that can look at a child when he goofs
up and say, `I understand and I love
you'without so much as uttering a word."

"Lord," said the angel, touching His
sleeve gently, "Come to bed.
Tomorrow..."

"I can't," said the Lord, "I'm so close
to creating something so close to
myself.Already I have one who heals
herself when she is sick...can feed a
family of six on one pound of hamburger
...and can get a nine-year-old to stand
under a shower."

The angel circled the model of a mother
very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.

"But tough!" said the Lord excitedly.
"You cannot imagine what this mother can
do or endure."

"Can it think?"

"Not only think, but it can reason and
compromise," said the Creator

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her
finger across the cheek. "There's
a leak," she pronounced. "I told You,
You were trying to put too much into
this model."

"It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's
a tear."

"What's it for?"

"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment,
pain,loneliness and pride."

"You are a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put
it there."