GRAND CHILDREN...

Sometimes we forget the really important things in life.

Last week, I took my grand-children 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 Nana 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! " The End