"Left-Handed"

Little Bobby was spending the weekend with his
grandmother after a particularly trying week in
kindergarten. His grandmother decided to take
him to the park on Saturday morning. It had been
snowing all night and everything was beautiful.

His grandmother remarked, "Doesn't it look like
an artist painted this scenery? Did you know God
painted this just for you?"

Bobby said, "Yes, God did it. And he did it left-
handed!"

This confused his grandmother a bit, and she asked
him, "What makes you say God did this with his left
hand?"

"Well," said Bobby, "we learned at Sunday School
last week that Jesus sits on God's right hand!"


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"Learning To Spell"

My son, Mitchell, a kindergartner, practices spelling
with magnetic letters on the refrigerator: cat, dog,
dad, and mom have been proudly displayed for
all to see.

One morning while getting ready for the day,
Mitchell bounded into the room with his arms
outstretched. In his hands were three magnetic
letters: "G-O-D".

"Look what I spelled, Mom!" Mitch exclaimed, a
proud smile on his face.

"That's wonderful!" I praised him. "Now go put them
on the fridge so Dad can see when he gets home
tonight." That Catholic education is certainly having
an impact, I thought, happily.

Just then, a little voice called from the kitchen.
"Mom? How do you spell 'zilla?'"