Not Knowing All the Words
While walking through the woods one day, I was surprised to hear a child’s voice. I followed the sound, trying in vain to understand the child’s words. When I spotted a boy perched on a rock, I realized why his words had made no sense: He was repeating the alphabet.
“Why are you saying your ABC’s so many times?” I asked him.
The child replied, “I’m saying my prayers.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Prayers? All I hear is the alphabet.”
Patiently the child explained, “Well, I don’t know all the words, so I give God the letters. He knows what I’m trying to say.”
First Passport
At 82 years old, my husband applied for his first passport.
He was told he’d need a birth certificate, but his birth had never been officially registered. When he explained his dilemma to the passport agent, the response was less than helpful.
“In lieu of a birth certificate,” the agent said, “you can bring a notarized affidavit from the doctor who delivered you.”
Names
A farmer brought his daughter a pet pig, which she called “Stinky” when it was in her room but called “Ballpoint” when it was in the sty.
“Tell me,” her father asked her, “why do you have two names for your pig?”
“That’s easy,” she replied. “Ballpoint is just his pen name.”
