Always Pray For Ice Cream.

A Real Tear Jerker!

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 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 crabby old bitch!“

(sob, sob)