bluey
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Last week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant.
My six-year-old grandson asked if he could say grace.
As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank
you for the Food, and I would even thank you more if Grandpa gets us
ice cream for dessert. Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a
woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today
don't even know how to pray.
Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my grandson burst into tears and asked me,
"Did I do it all wrong? Is God cross with me?"
As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and
God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the
table.
He winked at my grandson and said,
"I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
"Really?" my grand-son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied.
Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose
remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my grandchildren ice cream at the end of the
meal.
My Grandson stared at his for a moment, and then did something I
will remember for the rest of my life.
He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed
it in front of the woman.
With a big smile he told her,
"Here, this is for you. Shove it up your ass you grumpy old bitch! "
My six-year-old grandson asked if he could say grace.
As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank
you for the Food, and I would even thank you more if Grandpa gets us
ice cream for dessert. Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a
woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today
don't even know how to pray.
Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my grandson burst into tears and asked me,
"Did I do it all wrong? Is God cross with me?"
As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and
God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the
table.
He winked at my grandson and said,
"I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
"Really?" my grand-son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied.
Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose
remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my grandchildren ice cream at the end of the
meal.
My Grandson stared at his for a moment, and then did something I
will remember for the rest of my life.
He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed
it in front of the woman.
With a big smile he told her,
"Here, this is for you. Shove it up your ass you grumpy old bitch! "
