Why we love children
It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children’s sermon.
All the children were invited to come forward. One little girl was wearing a particularly
pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said,
“That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?” The little girl replied,
directly into the pastor’s clip-on microphone, “Yes, and my Mom says it’s a bitch to iron.”
A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself,
“Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that s
on of a bitch is nine...” His mother heard what he was saying and gasped,
“What are you doing?” The little boy answered, “I’m doing my math homework, Mom.”
“And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?” the mother asked.
“Yes,” he answered. Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day,
“What are you teaching my son in math?” The teacher replied,
“Right now, we are learning addition.” The mother asked,
“And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a bitch is four?”
After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, “What I taught them was,
two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four.”