This is for all the grandfathers out there and anyone else who enjoys a happy ending.
Last week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant. My six-year-old 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 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 grandson 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 grandson and 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 good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my grandchildren ice cream at the end of the meal. My
grandson 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!"