Last night Special was getting herself some ice cream for dessert. The carton was nearly empty, and as she scraped out the last bits she asked me, "You remember Jesus giving out the fish and bread?" (That, by the way, is her all-time favorite Bible story).
I said yes, I remembered. She said, "I hope God will do the same thing now and make some more ice cream in here." And then she commenced to praying. "Please, PLEASE, give me some more ice cream!"
Sadly, the ice cream did not multiply. "But wouldn't that have been funny?" she asked. I guess it never hurts to ask.
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3 comments:
amen on the asking! What a girl. Tell her Pop will buy her ice cream just as soon as he sees her again!!
Why in the world were you typing this blog instead of taking the child to Ben & Jerry's?? That's what I want to know.
Oh my goodness, this cracked me up.
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