Saying Grace in a Restaurant

Last week, I  took my children to a restaurant. My Six-year-old  son 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 Mom  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.  tunKids today  don't even know how to pray. Asking God For ice cream!  Why, I never!"

Hearing this,  my 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 son and  said, "I happen to know that God thought It was a great  prayer!"

"Really?" my  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 kids ice cream at the end of The meal. My  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. Ice cream is  good for the soul sometimes; and my soul Is good  already."