Out of the mouths of babes.......
A friend told me about his trip out with his grandson. This is what he said:
"Last week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant. My 8-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 thank you even more if Grandpa gets me ice
cream for dessert. And liberty, peace & justice for all. Amen!"
Along with the laughter and nodding of heads from the other customers
nearby, I heard a woman at the next table 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
wrong Grandpa? Is God mad at me?"
After I assured him that he had done a terrific job and that 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 grandson 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 sometimes good for the soul."
Naturally, I bought my grandchildren ice cream at the end of the meal.
My grandson stared at his ice cream for a moment, and then he 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 looked her in the eye and told her, "Here ma'am,
this is for you, you grouchy old bitch. You must be a Democrat, shove
it up your ass and cool off!"
Kind of brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it.
He will make a fine Marine one day.
A friend told me about his trip out with his grandson. This is what he said:
"Last week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant. My 8-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 thank you even more if Grandpa gets me ice
cream for dessert. And liberty, peace & justice for all. Amen!"
Along with the laughter and nodding of heads from the other customers
nearby, I heard a woman at the next table 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
wrong Grandpa? Is God mad at me?"
After I assured him that he had done a terrific job and that 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 grandson 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 sometimes good for the soul."
Naturally, I bought my grandchildren ice cream at the end of the meal.
My grandson stared at his ice cream for a moment, and then he 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 looked her in the eye and told her, "Here ma'am,
this is for you, you grouchy old bitch. You must be a Democrat, shove
it up your ass and cool off!"
Kind of brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it.
He will make a fine Marine one day.
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