Ice Cream...

REPENT!

This is for all the grandfathers out there, and everybody else!

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

(indicating the woman whose remark

had started this whole thing),

"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 ass you grouchy old bitch! "

 

Touches the heart doesn't it? 

 

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Stay safe.