God's sense of humor

Tonight we took Andy to our church's pancake supper. He's got a wretched cough and cold and was perhaps the grumpiest and meanest he's ever been. All the older folks came up to him and said hello and he frowned and hid behind my legs.

After the pancakes worked their way into his tummy, however, he was a new man. He perked right up and his chatty nature started to shine through.

The pastor worked his way over to our table. He's a jolly guy with a jolly voice and he said, "Hi young Andy!"

Andy was inspired by his jolliness and replied, in an equally exuberant voice, "Hi, mole rat!"

That's right. My son called our minister a mole rat.