When my son was younger, we were working on the sounds that different letters make. At one point we worked on days of the week:
“What does T-T-T-Tuesday start with?” I asked, exaggerating the first letter.
“T!” Josh answered proudly.
“What does F-F-F-Friday start with?”
“F!” said Josh.
“What does S-S-S-Sunday start with?” I continued, convinced I had a child prodigy.
He didn’t hesitate for a moment: “Church!”
—Jim and Rhonda Doll
My 2-year-old granddaughter Zora was concerned about death. She knew her Aunt Wendy’s dog was “not here anymore,” but was convinced he would “come back soon.” She was also learning that I was the mommy of her daddy, and she asked me, “Where’s your mommy?” Hoping to clear up her misconception of death, I told her, “My mommy’s in heaven with Jesus. She’s living in Jesus’ house.”
After a dramatic pause, her face lit up and she exclaimed, “That’s a GREAT idea!”
Looking over the Order of Worship at a church we were visiting in Florida, we noticed that it said, “Offertory—All to Us.” My husband leaned over and whispered to me, “At least they’re honest.”
We discovered later it was the song played during the offertory.
At a wedding everything went smoothly until it came time for the flower girl and her young escort to walk down the aisle.
The boy stopped at every pew, growling at the guests.
When asked about his behavior afterward, he explained, “I was just trying to be a good ring bear.”
“If you make the toast and coffee, Sweetheart,” said the newlywed bride, “breakfast will be ready.”
“Great! What are we having for breakfast?” asked the new husband.
“Toast and coffee,” she replied.