Jesus Jokes, I Kid You Not

Me: (after getting my child a glass of water, not waiting for HIM to thank me) Thank you, my beautiful, wonderful mother; you are the best mother ever!

Crichton: No. I don't think you are the best mother ever?

Me: Wha??

C: Heavenly Mother is probably the best mother ever.

Me: Yes, perhaps you are right. But I'm number 2, then, right?

C: You are probably like 20 or 21.

Me: Yeah?

C: Because all the prophet's mothers.

Me: So, but I am still like 20 or 21st best mother ever?

C: Yes.

Me: And (quick check to make sure other son is not in hearing distance) you are the best son ever!

C: No. Jesus was the best son ever.

Me: Yeah, you're probably right. You make me laugh.

Later that evening.

C: Jesus used to tell jokes.

Me: Yeah?

C: Yes, but nobody liked them.

Me: Oh?

C: They were all Christ jokes.

Me: Uh... Oh?

C: Yeah. Like Knock, knock.

Me: Who's there?

C: Christ.

Me: (watching for lightening) Um ... Christ who?

C: Christ the Lord. But no one thought it was funny. Then he made up that boo hoo one: Knock, knock.

Me: Who's there?

C: Boo.

Me: Boo who?

C: Don't cry. Jesus Christ will save you.

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See how my kid is? Can you IMAGINE if we had regular family prayer, scripture study, and family home evening, like they tell us. This is my kid on once a week church and nightly prayers. Sometimes I think I SHOULD do it all, but, wow, Crichton is a little zealot.


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Hello too much time on Facebook. On a completely different note, a guy I went to high school with (Jeremy Bingham, if you're a Burleyite) is compiling a book of essays written by everyone entitled My America. If you want to shoot something over to him, send your 1 page essay (just like school, 'member) to: nopartyjustamericans@gmail.com. I posted his request on my Facebook profile (you could be my friend if you'd like). Due May 1st. Write something brilliant, why doncha.