whitefang
09-29-2015, 08:24 PM
Ice Cream: It's good for the soul...
Last
week, I took my grandchildren to a
restaurant.
My seven-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 Pap Pap
gets us ice cream for dessert. And liberty
and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other
customers nearby, I heard a woman remark,
"That's what's wrong with parenting these
days. 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? Is God mad
at me?"
So after I assured him that he had done a
terrific job and that God was certainly not
mad at him, than 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 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
grouchy old bitch!"
Kinda brings tears to your eyes, doesn't
it?
Last
week, I took my grandchildren to a
restaurant.
My seven-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 Pap Pap
gets us ice cream for dessert. And liberty
and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other
customers nearby, I heard a woman remark,
"That's what's wrong with parenting these
days. 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? Is God mad
at me?"
So after I assured him that he had done a
terrific job and that God was certainly not
mad at him, than 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 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
grouchy old bitch!"
Kinda brings tears to your eyes, doesn't
it?