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 grouchy old bitch! "

Thanks Dan!