Superman
At his request, each morning three-year-old Ray’s mother pinned a bath towel to the back shoulders of his size two T-shirt. Immediately in his young imaginative mind the towel became a brilliant magic blue and red cape. And he became Superman.
Outfitted each day in his “cape,” Ray’s days were packed with adventure and daring escapades. He was Superman.
This fact was clearly pointed out last fall when his mother enrolled him in kindergarten class. During the course of the interview, the teacher asked Ray his name.
“Superman,” he answered politely and without pause.
The teacher smiled, cast an appreciative glance at his mother, and asked again, “Your real name, please.”
Again, Ray answered, “Superman.”
Realizing the situation demanded more authority, or maybe to hide amusement, the teacher closed her eyes for a moment, then in a voice quite stern, said, “I will have to have your real name for the records.”
Sensing he’d have to play straight with the teacher, Ray slid his eyes around the room, hunched closer to her, and patting a corner of frayed towel at his shoulder, answered in a voice hushed with conspiracy, “Clark Kent.”
Scripture reading
I was sitting in church with my boys, four and two. I was just pleased that they were not making noise and never thought they were actually paying attention.
The scripture reading was from Matthew 5 and when the speaker said, “If you hate your brother, you are guilty of murder”
I then heard my four-year-old say, “Oh-oh.”
Border control issues
Five Englishmen travelling across Europe in an Audi Quattro arrive at a border crossing.
The Customs agent stops them and says, “It’s illegal to put five people in a Quattro.”
“What do you mean it’s illegal?” ask the Englishmen.
“Quattro means four,” replies the border official.
“Quattro is just the name of the automobile,” the Englishmen retort disbelievingly. “Look at the papers: this car is designed to carry five persons.”
“You can’t pull that one on me,” replies the Customs agent. “Quattro means four. You have five people in your car and you are therefore breaking the law.”
The Englishmen reply angrily, “I can’t reason with you! Call your supervisor over. I want to speak to someone with more intelligence!”
“Sorry,” responds the official, “he can’t come. He’s busy with two guys in a Fiat Uno.”
