The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples.
One of the sisters had posted a note on the apple tray: “Take only one. God is watching.”
At the other end of the table in the lunch line was a large pile of tempting chocolate chip cookies. Next to them, a child had left a note: “Take all you want. God is watching the apples.”
One day a little girl was watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. Suddenly, she noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast to her brunette hair.
The girl looked at her mother and asked, “Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?”
The mother replied, “Well, every time you do something wrong, and you make me unhappy or cause me to cry, one of my hairs turns white.”
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then asked, “Mama, how come all of Grandma’s hairs are white?”
One day I was playing with my grandsons, Nathan, 5, and Ryan, 4. As they drew different pictures, they dictated what I was to write about them.
Then Nathan asked me to draw a star, and Ryan exclaimed: “Mom-maw, you can draw a beautiful star. You’re almost ready for kindergarten!”