Okay, this one’s awful – funny, but awful.
A friend told me about his dinner trip out with his grandchildren. This is what he said. “Last week, I took my grandchildren to Denny’s. After our order arrived at our table, my six-year-old grandson asked if he could say grace.”
As we held hands and bowed our heads, he said, “God is good, God is great. Thank you Lord for this food and I would thank you even more if Grandpa gets us ice cream for dessert. And peace, liberty and 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 sobbed as he 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 our table. He winked at my grandson and said, “I happen to know that God thought that was a fine 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 at the next table. With a big smile, he looked her in the eye and said, “Here ma’am, this is for you, you grouchy, old witch. You need to shove this ice cream up your butt and chill out!”
Kinda brings tears to your eyes, doesn’t it?