A wife says to her husband of fifty years as they lie in bed one night, “When we were young, you used to hold my hand every night.”

Slowly and a little irritably, his hand reaches over until it finds hers…

“And when we were young,” she goes on, “you used to cuddle up next to me in bed.”

A little more slowly, her husband’s body creaks and turns until it is nestling against hers…

“And when we were young, you used to nibble on my ears.”

Abruptly the covers are thrown back, and the man lurches out of bed…

“Where are you going?” she asks a little miffed.

“I’m going to get my teeth,” he grumbles.

Source: Tony Evans, Victory In Spiritual Warfare, 2011, Oregon: Harvest House Publishing, p.209-210