(I heard this little story/joke (I’m not certain which it is) from a friend who wasn’t sure of its origin, so I’d guess it’s one of those proverbial ‘urban myths’ or such thing, but I liked it so much that I wanted to share it).

A mother was preparing to serve dinner to members of her church group.

As a special treat, in the afternoon before the guests had arrived, she had carefully taught her 6-year-old son a new prayer as ‘grace’ to start the meal.

When it came time to recite the new prayer, the guests all turned expectantly to the boy, and he became nervous, telling his mother that he had forgotten what to say.

“Never mind,” soothed his mother “Just try and remember what Mummy has been saying all afternoon”.

“Okay,” beamed the boy “Oh, dear Lord, what was I thinking inviting all these bloody people to dinner !”.