--part1_14a.2324505.28f39908_boundary Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Its been to quiet here! So I thought maybe I would send this If you have or have had kids to start your day with a smile. Lenora --part1_14a.2324505.28f39908_boundary Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Disposition: inline Return-Path: <jandjANDERSON@webtv.net> Received: from rly-yb05.mx.aol.com (rly-yb05.mail.aol.com [172.18.146.5]) by air-yb02.mail.aol.com (v80.17) with ESMTP id MAILINYB27-1008160036; Mon, 08 Oct 2001 16:00:36 -0400 Received: from mailsorter-105-1.iap.bryant.webtv.net (mailsorter-105-1.iap.bryant.webtv.net [209.240.198.119]) by rly-yb05.mx.aol.com (v80.21) with ESMTP id MAILRELAYINYB57-1008160007; Mon, 08 Oct 2001 16:00:07 -0400 Received: from storefull-212.iap.bryant.webtv.net (storefull-212.iap.bryant.webtv.net [209.240.199.65]) by mailsorter-105-1.iap.bryant.webtv.net (WebTV_Postfix) with ESMTP id C345D87A for <Lande12781@AOL.com>; Mon, 8 Oct 2001 13:00:06 -0700 (PDT) Received: (from production@localhost) by storefull-212.iap.bryant.webtv.net (8.8.8-wtv-f/mt.gso.26Feb98) id NAA12717; Mon, 8 Oct 2001 13:00:02 -0700 (PDT) X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAtAhUAzAwek6F2rtHOWUbPI4fsfX2P/mUCFEBUOnPwT9EA/LyxYZAiz3nX1a9W From: jandjANDERSON@webtv.net (Jeanne ANDERSON) Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2001 13:00:02 -0700 (PDT) To: Lande12781@AOL.com Subject: Fwd: Message-ID: <24883-3BC205C2-2548@storefull-212.iap.bryant.webtv.net> Content-Disposition: Inline Content-Type: Multipart/Mixed; Boundary=WebTV-Mail-4047-1297 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit MIME-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) X-Mailer: Unknown (No Version) --WebTV-Mail-4047-1297 Content-Type: Text/Plain; Charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit These are cute! --WebTV-Mail-4047-1297 Content-Disposition: Inline Content-Type: Message/RFC822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit Received: from smtpin-102-5.bryant.webtv.net (209.240.198.31) by storefull-216.iap.bryant.webtv.net with WTV-SMTP; Mon, 8 Oct 2001 07:41:07 -0700 (PDT) Received: by smtpin-102-5.bryant.webtv.net (WebTV_Postfix+sws) id 21296186; Mon, 8 Oct 2001 07:41:10 -0700 (PDT) Delivered-To: jandjanderson@webtv.net Received: from femail45.sdc1.sfba.home.com (femail45.sdc1.sfba.home.com [24.254.60.39]) by smtpin-102-5.bryant.webtv.net (WebTV_Postfix+sws) with ESMTP id EA90720F for <jandjANDERSON@webtv.net>; Mon, 8 Oct 2001 07:41:09 -0700 (PDT) Received: from cx846189a ([24.20.239.141]) by femail45.sdc1.sfba.home.com (InterMail vM.4.01.03.20 201-229-121-120-20010223) with SMTP id <20011008144109.DZJJ3612.femail45.sdc1.sfba.home.com@cx846189a> for <jandjANDERSON@webtv.net>; Mon, 8 Oct 2001 07:41:09 -0700 Message-ID: <002001c15006$58cde940$8def1418@ocnsd1.sdca.home.com> From: "JoAnne Cobb" <cobbs12@home.com> To: "Jeanne ANDERSON" <jandjANDERSON@webtv.net> Subject: Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2001 07:34:33 -0700 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2600.0000 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 OUT OF THE MOUTH OF BABES!!!!!!!! ********************** "Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were ready to discuss the last one. The teacher asked if anyone could tell her what it was. Susie raised her hand, stood tall, and quoted, "Thou shall not take the covers off the neighbor's wife." I had been teaching my three year old daughter, Caitlin, the Lord's Prayer. For several evenings at bedtime, she would repeat after me the lines from the prayer. Finally, she decided to go solo. I listened with pride as she carefully enunciated each word, right up to the end of the prayer: "Lead us not into temptation," she prayed, "but deliver us some E-mail. Amen." One Sunday in a Midwest City, a young child was "acting up" during the morning worship hour. The parents did their best to maintain some sense of order in the pew, but, were losing the battle. Finally, the father picked the little fellow up and walked sternly up the aisle on his way out. Just before reaching the safety of the foyer, the little one called loudly to the congregation, "Pray for me! Pray for me!" One particular four-year old prayed, "And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets." A little boy was 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 Sunday school teacher asked her little 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." The preacher was wired for sound with a lapel mike, and as he preached, he moved briskly about the platform, jerking the mike cord as he went. Then he moved to one side, getting wound up in the cord and nearly tripping before jerking it again. After several circles and jerks, a little girl in the third pew leaned toward her mother and whispered, "If he gets loose, will he hurt us?" Six-year old Angie and her four-year old brother Joel were sitting together in church. Joel 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?" Joel asked. Angie pointed to the back of the church and said, "See those two men standing by the door? They're shushers." A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin, 5, Ryan, 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." Kevin turned to his younger brother and said, "Ryan, you be Jesus!" 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?" After the church service a little boy told the pastor, "When I grow up, I'm going to give you some money." "Well, thank you," the pastor replied, "but why?" "Because my daddy says you're one of the poorest preachers we've ever had." A wife 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 wife answered. The daughter bowed her head and said, "Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?" While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently his five-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased. The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said. "Glory be unto the Faaaather...and unto the Sonnnn...and into the hole you goooo." When my wife quit work to take care of our new baby daughter, countless hours of peek-a-boo and other games slowly took their toll. One evening she smacked her bare toes on the corner of a dresser and, grabbing her foot, sank to the floor. I rushed to her side and asked where it hurt. She looked at me through tear-filled eyes and managed to moan, "It's the piggy that ate roast beef." We had spent the day moving from our farmhouse into our new house in town. Early the next morning, our 3 1/2-year old ran into our bedroom to wake us up. I dressed him and told him to play in the yard and to quit bothering us. About 20 minutes later, he came running back. "Mommy, Mommy," he exclaimed, "everybody has doorbells and they all work." A little girl had just finished her first week of school. "I'm wasting my time," she said to her mother. I can't read, I can't write--and they won't let me talk!" Attending a wedding for the first time, a little girl whispered to her mother, "Why is the bride dressed in white?" "Because white is the color of happiness, and today is the happiest day of her life," her mother tried to explain, keeping it simple. The child thought about this for a moment, then said, "So why's the groom wearing black?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Do You Yahoo!? NEW from Yahoo! GeoCities - quick and easy web site hosting, just $8.95/month. Yahoo! by Phone. --WebTV-Mail-4047-1297-- --part1_14a.2324505.28f39908_boundary--