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Children!


>> > WHY WE LOVE CHILDREN
>> > >>  A small boy is sent to bed by his  father. Five
>> > minutes later....
>> > >>  "Da-ad...."
>> > >>  "What?"
>> > >>  "I'm thirsty. Can you bring drink of  water?"
>> > >>  "No. You had your chance. Lights out."
>> > >>  Five minutes later:"Da-aaaad....."
>> > >>  "WHAT?"
>> > >>  "I'm THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of  water??"
>> > >>  "I told you NO!" If you ask again,  I'll have  to
>> > spank you!!"
>> > >>  Five minutes later......"Daaaa-aaaad....."
>> > >>  "'WHAT!"
>> > >>  "When you come in to spank me, can  you bring a
>> > drink of water?"
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > >>  **************************************************
>> > >>  An exasperated mother, whose son was  always
>> > getting into mischief,
>> > >finally
>> > >>  asked him,
>> > >>  "How do you expect to get into Heaven?"
>> > >>  The boy thought it over and said,  "Well, I'll run
>> > in and out and
>> > in
>> > and
>> > >out
>> > >>  and keep slamming
>> > >>  the door until St. Peter says,"For Heaven's sake,
>> > Jimmy, come in or
>> > stay
>> > >>  out!"
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > ***************************************************
>> > >>  One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a
>> >  mother was
>> > tucking
>> > >her
>> > >>  small boy
>> > >>  into bed. She was about to turn off the light when
>> > he asked with a
>> > tremor
>> > >in
>> > >>  his voice,
>> > >>  "Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?"
>> > >>  The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug.
>> > "I can't dear,"
>> > she
>> > >said. "I
>> > >>   have to
>> > >>  sleep in Daddy's room."
>> > >>  A long silence was broken at last by  his shaky
>> > little voice: "The
>> > big
>> > >>  sissy."
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > ****************************************************
>> > >>  A mother took her three year old  daughter to
>> > church for the first
>> > time.
>> > >>  The church lights were lowered, and  then the
>> > choir came down the
>> > aisle
>> > >>  carrying lighted
>> > >>  candles. All was quiet until the little one
>> > started to sing in a
>> > loud
>> > >voice,
>> > >>  "Happy Birthday to you...."
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > *****************************************************
>> > >>  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."
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > >>
>> > *******************************************************
>> > >>  Finding one of her students making  faces at
>> > others
>> > >>  on the playground, Mrs. Smith stopped to gently
>> > reprove the child.
>> > >>  Smiling sweetly, the teacher said, "Bobby, when I
>> > was a child, I
>> > was
>> > >>  told that if I made ugly faces, it would freeze
>> > and I would stay
>> > like
>> > >>  that." Bobby looked up and replied, "Well,  Mrs.
>> > Smith, you
>> > >>  can't say you weren't warned."
>> > >>
>> > >>
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