MSTRS
26th January 2013, 09:45
Last week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant. My six-year-old grand-son 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. 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 this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my grand-son burst into tears and asked me "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at 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 grand-son 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 "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes".
Naturally, I bought my grand-children ice cream at the end of the meal. My grand-son stared at his for a moment, and then 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 arse you grouchy old cunt!"
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 grand-son burst into tears and asked me "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at 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 grand-son 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 "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes".
Naturally, I bought my grand-children ice cream at the end of the meal. My grand-son stared at his for a moment, and then 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 arse you grouchy old cunt!"