|A little boy was afraid of the dark. One night his mother told him to go out to the back porch and bring her the broom.|
The little boy turned to his mother and said, "Mama, I don't want to go out there. It's dark."
The mother smiled reassuringly at her son. "You don't have to be afraid of the dark," she explained. "Jesus is out there. He'll look after you and protect you."
The little boy looked at his mother real hard and asked, "Are you sure he's out there?"
"Yes, I'm sure. He is everywhere, and he is always ready to help you when you need him," she said.
The little boy thought about that for a minute and then went to the back door and cracked it a little. Peering out into the darkness, he called, "Jesus? If you're out there, would you please hand me the broom?"
|The Grandmother was looking at a picture her six year old granddaughter had drawn of a fat cat.|
She asked the granddaughter what kind it was.
She looked up and said that it was a cat that was going to have kittens. See, I'll show you.
Carefully she outlined in pencil four very small kittens inside the cat's body.
The grandmother then asked: Do you know how they got there?
Looking at her seriously, she said: Of course I know. I drew them.
|"Mommy, my turtle is dead," the little boy, Johnny, sorrowfully told his mother, holding the turtle out to her in his hand.|
The mother kissed him on the head, then said, "That's all right. We'll wrap him in tissue paper, put him in a little box, then have a nice burial ceremony in the back yard. After that, we'll go out for an ice cream soda, and then get you a new pet."
"Ice cream?" the little boy said, wiping his tears and smiling, "Oh! Boy!"
His mother said, "I don't want you..."
Her voice trailed off as she noticed the turtle move, "Johnny, you're turtle is not dead after all."
"Oh," the disappointed boy said. "Can I kill it?"
|A Little kid was having a problem with his homework.|
Dad, he asked, "What is the difference between anger and exasperation?"
"Well, son," said his father, "I'll give you a practical demonstration."
His father picked up the phone and dialled a number.
"Hello," said a voice at the other end.
"Hello," said his father. "Is Melvin there?"
"There is no one called Melvin here!" the voice replied. "Why don't you look up numbers before you dial them?"
"You see?" said kid's father. "That man was not at all happy with our call. Now watch this!"'
He then dialled the number again, and says, "Hello, is Melvin there?"
"Now look here!" the voice said angrily. "I told you there is no Melvin here! You have got a lot of nerve calling again!"
"Did you hear that?" kid's father asked. "That was anger. Now, I will show you what exasperation is!"
He dialled once again. And on hearing the voice at the other end, he said, "Hello! This is Melvin. Have there been any calls for me?"