Last week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant. My 8-year-olds 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 me ice cream for dessert. And liberty, peace & 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 & asked me, "Did I do it wrong Grandpa? Is God mad at me?"
After I assured him that he had done a terrific job & that God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.
He winked at my grandson & 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, & then he did something I will remember for the rest of my life.
He picked up his sundae & without a word, walked over & placed it in front of the woman.
With a big smile he looked her in the eye & told her, "Here ma'am, this is for you, you grouchy old Bitch. You must be a Democrat, shove it up your Ass & cool off!"
Kind of brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it.He will make a fine Sailor one day