This is an awesome story from a proud grandfather, you'll probably cry at the end.
Last week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant.
My six-year-old grandson 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!
Touches the heart doesn't it?