[ I offer here another piece from Robert Benchley’s Of All Things, as I’m embarrassed to admit I didn’t have the time to prepare something wholly my own. Please don’t tell Mr Benchley. But this offers a neat send-up of the sorts of cute little kid anecdotes that I assume still line the pages of magazines I don’t read because I think they carry items like what this parodies. ]
LITTLE Bobby, aged five, saying his prayers, had come to that most critical of diplomatic crises : the naming of relatives to be blessed.
“Why don’t I ask God to bless Aunt Mabel?” he queried, looking up with a roguish twinkle in his blue eyes.
“But you do, Bobby,” answered his mother.
“So I do,” was his prompt reply.
LITTLE Willy, aged seven, was asked by his teacher to define the word “confuse.”
“ ` Confuse’ is what my daddy says when he looks at his watch,” said Willy. The teacher never asked that question again. At least, not of Willy.
LITTLE Gertrude, aged three, was saying her prayers. “Is God everywhere ?” she asked.
“Yes, dear, everywhere,” answered her mother.
“Everywhere?” she persisted.
“Yes, dear, everywhere,” repeated her mother, all unsuspecting.
“Then He must be like Uncle Ned,” said the
“Why, Gertrude, what makes you say that?”
“Because I heard Daddy say that Uncle Ned was everywhere,” was the astounding reply.