I reassured him he had done a wonderful job. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked over, winked at my grandson, and said warmly, “I happen to know God thought that was a great prayer.” My grandson looked surprised. “Really?” “Cross my heart,” the man smiled. Then he whispered playfully, nodding toward the complaining woman, “Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul.”
At the end of dinner, I bought the kids ice cream. My grandson walked over to the woman, set his sundae in front of her, and said politely, “Here, this is for you.” Then he added quietly, “Ice cream might help you feel a little happier.” And just like that, the whole restaurant fell silent again.
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