A boy was
watching his father, a pastor, write a sermon.
"How do you know what
to say?" he asked.
"Why, God tells me."
"Oh, then why do you keep
crossing things out?"
A little girl became restless
as the preacher's sermon dragged on and on.
Finally, she leaned over
to her mother and whispered,
"Mommy, if we give him the money now,
will he let us go?"