> 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!"ra> 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!"
> 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!"