A little boy was attending his first wedding. After
the service, his cousin asked him, "How many women can
a man marry?"
"Sixteen," the boy responded. His cousin was amazed
that he knew the answer so quickly.
"How do you know that?"
"Easy," the little boy said. "All you have to do is
add it up, like the Preacher said: 4 better, 4 worse,
4 richer, 4 poorer."
The seven-year old had been staring at the plaque for some time, so the preacher walked up, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, "Good morning Alex,"
"Good morning preacher," replied the young man, still focused on the plaque.
"Preacher, what is this?" Alex asked.
"Well, son, it's a memorial to all the young men & women who died in the service."
Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque.
Little Alex's voice was barely audible when he asked, "Which service, the 8:45 or the 11:00?"
"We live in a great country," she said. "One of the things we should be happy about is that, in this country, we are all free."
One little boy came walking up to her from the back of the room. He stood with his hands on his hips and said. . . . "I'm not free. I'm four."
A little girl became restless as the preacher's sermon dragged on and on. Finally, she leaned over to her mother and whispered, "Mommy, if we give him the money now, will he let us go?"