Three-year-old Donna, who loved to pray before meals, would sometimes get carried away. Occasionally her pastor father would have to say, “Amen. That’s enough, Donna.”
One Sunday in church, as a lengthy benediction was being pronounced, Donna stood up and declared, “Amen. That’s enough, Daddy!”
My wife and I were flipping through TV channels the other night, and we settled for a while on one of those wildlife programs — this one was about the cheetah.
A thought occurred to me. “You know why they’re endangered, don’t you?” I said.
She nodded. “It’s that old saying, ‘Cheetahs never prosper.'”
One day I sat down with my daughter and explained with great pride that her grandfather was a preacher, her great-great grandfather was a preacher, and her great-great-great grandfather was a preacher.
To which she replied, “Wow! We sure come from a long line of grandfathers.”
The girl came running in tears to her father. “Dad, you gave me some terrible financial advice!” she cried.
“I did? What did I tell you?” said the dad.
“You told me to put my money in that big bank, and now that big bank is in trouble.”
“What are you talking about? That’s one of the largest banks in the world,” he said. “Surely there must be some mistake.”
“I don’t think so,” she sniffed. “They just returned one of my checks with a note saying, ‘Insufficient Funds’.”