HIGH PRAISE!
My son Michael was only about four years old when one Sunday we asked him to say grace before we tucked into our meal. Looking very serious, he closed his eyes tightly, clasped his hands and said, “Thank you, Lord, for the food but, most of all, thank you that you keep us stuck to the earth so we don’t go flying off, together with the green peas on our plate.” Amen.
Norah Tuckett, via email
SAUCY MISS
My five-year-old granddaughter, on being chastised for wriggling at the table, said she had a sore bottom, then asked if she could have some sauce on her sausages.
“Sauce is not good for a sore bottom,” said Mum.
“I don’t want it on my bottom, I want it on my…
