Last week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant.
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My eight-year-old grandson asked if he could say grace.
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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 us ice cream for dessert. And liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
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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!"
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Hearing this, my grandson burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
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So 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.
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He winked at my grandson and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
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"Really?" my grandson asked.
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"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."
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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.
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He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman.
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With a big smile he told her:
"Here, this is for you. Shove it up your ass, you grouchy old bitch!"
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Kind of brings tears to your eyes, doesn't it?:clapping::clapping::clapping:
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My eight-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 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, 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!"
**
Kind of brings tears to your eyes, doesn't it?:clapping::clapping::clapping:
