3-year-old Ryan: “Our Father, Who does art in heaven, Harold is His name. Amen.”

A father was at the beach with his children when the four-year old son ran up to him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore where a seagull lay dead in the sand. “Daddy, what happened to him?” the son asked. “He died and went to Heaven,” the Dad replied. The boy thought a moment and then said, “Did God throw him back down?”

A little boy, overheard praying, “Lord, if you can’t make me a better boy, don’t worry about it. I’m having a real good time like I am.”

A mother invited some people to dinner. At the table, she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said, “Would you like to say the blessing?” “I wouldn’t know what to say,” the girl replied. “Just say what you hear Mommy say,” the mother answered. The daughter bowed her head and said, “Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?”

A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Malachi (5) and Judah (3). The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake. Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson. “If Jesus were sitting here, He would say, “Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait!” Malachi turned to his younger brother and said, “Judah, you be Jesus!”

A Sunday School teacher asked her children as they were on the way to Church service, “And why is it necessary to be quiet in Church?” One bright little girl replied, “Because people are sleeping.”

After many bedtime evenings of teaching Katie to say the Lord’s Prayer, she finally built up the courage to say it alone: “Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from E-mail.”

After the christening of his baby brother in Church, Kenny sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car. His father asked him three times what was wrong. Finally, Kenny replied, “That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I wanted to stay with you guys.”

Little Johnny prayed, “And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets.”

Six-year-old Christine and her four-year-old brother, Andrew, were sitting together in Church. Andrew giggled, sang, and talked out loud. Finally, his big sister had had enough. “You’re not supposed to talk out loud in Church.” “Why? Who’s going to stop me?” Andrew asked. Christine pointed to the back of the Church and said, “See those two men standing by the door? They’re hushers.”