I rang my brother’s house… and his six-year-old son, Billy, answered the phone.
“Hey Billy,” I said “Is your Dad there?
“Yes,” he answered in a whisper. “But he’s busy.”
“What about your Mum?” I said
“She’s busy too”, he replied, but again in a whisper, I could barely hear.
“What are they doing?” I asked
“They’re talking to the policemen” he replied, still in a very faint whisper.
“What are the policemen doing there?” I asked
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“Looking for me” he whispered
A young mother was preparing breakfast for her sons.
A young mother was preparing breakfast for her sons, Kevin, 5, and Ryan, 3.
They both said they wanted pancakes. As the pancakes were almost finished and the syrup was being heated in the microwave, the boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake.
Their mother, who was also a Sunday School teacher, saw the opportunity for a moral lesson. She said, “If Jesus were sitting here, he would say ‘Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait.’”
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Kevin turned to his younger brother and said, “Ryan, you be Jesus.
