I was reading the parable of the Good Shepherd to my little girl for her bedtime story. I got to the part about the Good Shepherd counting the 99 sheep, expecting to have 100, and getting ready to go out to find that one lost sheep.

Great bedtime story, great message about a father's infinite love, right?

Then my daughter asks, "Daddy, he was counting sheep, right? When he was counting those ninety-nine sheep, why didn't he fall asleep when he got to around number 20?"