A woman took her children to a restaurant. Her six-year old son asked if her could say grace. As they bowed, he said, "God is good. God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And liberty and justice for all, amen."
Along the laughter from the other customers nearby, the mother 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, the little boy burst into tears and asked his mother, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
As the mother held her son, she 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 the little boy and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
"Really," the little boy asked. Then in a theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started the whole thing), "too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, the woman bought the kids ice cream at the end of the meal. The little boy stared at his for a moment and then did something the mother would remember the rest of her 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. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes, and my soul is already good."
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