Why we love to eavesdrop on Children…
DEAR GOD, IS IT TRUE MY FATHER WON’T GET IN HEAVEN IF HE USES HIS GOLF WORDS IN THE HOUSE? (ANITA)
Dear God, How come you did all those miracles in the old day and don’t do any now?
An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him,
“How do you expect to go to heaven?”The boy thought This over and said:
‘Well, I’ll run in and out, in and out, and keep slamming the door until St Peter says, For heavens sake Dylan come in or stay out’
Dear Mr. God,
I wish you wouldn’t make it so easy for people to come apart. I had to have three stitches and a shot. (Janet)
In bible times, did they really talk that fancy?
Dear God, Thank you for the baby brother but what I asked for was a puppy. You can look it up.
it’s wonderful that you always get the stars in the right places.
did you mean for the Giraffe look that that, or was it an accident?
Dear God, Maybe Cain and Abel wouldn’t kill each other if they each had their own rooms. That works with me and my brother.
Dear God, There isn’t school in Heaven is there?
It was that time during Sunday morning service for the children’s sermon, and All the children were invited to come forward. One little girl was wearing a pretty dress and as she sat down the pastor leant over and said. “That’s a pretty dress, is that your Easter dress?”
The little girl replied directly into the pastor’s clip-on microphone, “Yes, and my Mom say’s it’s a bitch too iron.”
Walk a little slower daddy
Said the child so small.
I’m following in your footsteps and I don’t want to fall. Sometimes your steps are very fast, Sometimes they’re hard to see, so walk a little slower daddy, For you are leading me. Someday when I’m all grown up, You’re what I want to be!
Then I will have a little child who’ll want to follow me.
And…I would want to lead just right, and I know that I was true,
So walk a little slower daddy, for I must follow you.
When our four-year-old son had to wear glasses,
We were pleased he’d taken to wearing them so religiously. Unfortunately he wouldn’t take them off at night.
The optician was getting cross with him as these were NHS and we were really only supposed to have two pairs a year and he’d broken two pairs already. After the third pair we gently removed them ourselves and placed them by the bed. In the early hours of the morning
he stood by our bed, hands on his hips.
“Why did you take my glasses off?” he asked indignantly.
“Because they get bent.” I replied.
“Well, how do you expect me to see my dreams then?”
I couldn’t answer that one. So the following week we ordered tougher frames privately and from then on he could see his dreams.