A nine-year-old boy sits at his desk when suddenly, he feels it—a warm puddle forming beneath his feet.
He looks down in horror. The front of his pants are soaked.
His heart pounds. How did this happen? This has never happened before. He knows the second the other boys find out, he’ll be the laughingstock of the school. And the girls? They’ll never speak to him again. Ever.
Panicked, he bows his head and prays, Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! In five minutes, I’m dead meat!
When he looks up, he sees the teacher walking toward him, her eyes locked onto him. She knows.
Just as she’s about to reach him, something miraculous happens. Susie, a classmate, is carrying a goldfish bowl full of water. She trips—right in front of the teacher—and dumps the entire bowl into the boy’s lap.
For a moment, there’s silence. Then chaos.
The boy pretends to be furious, but inside, he’s singing Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!
Instead of mockery, he’s suddenly showered with sympathy. The teacher hurries him downstairs to change into gym shorts while his pants dry. His classmates scramble to clean up the mess, patting him on the back and reassuring him that accidents happen.
But life isn’t fair. The ridicule that should have been his is now Susie’s.
“Way to go, klutz!” someone sneers.
“You’ve done enough, Susie! Just stay out of the way,” another adds.
She tries to help, but no one lets her.
At the end of the day, as they wait for the bus, the boy quietly walks over to her and whispers, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Susie leans in and whispers back, “I wet my pants once too.”
Moral:
Everyone experiences moments of embarrassment and struggle. When we see others in difficult situations, we should remember how it feels and choose kindness over cruelty. One day, we may be the ones who need a helping hand.
The Little Boy and the Confession
A little boy named Tommy went to church with his grandma every Sunday.
One day, Grandma told him it was time to make his first confession.
She explained, “You go into that little booth, tell the priest your sins, and he’ll forgive you.”
Tommy was nervous but agreed.
He walked into the confessional, sat down, and the priest slid open the little window.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” Tommy whispered.
The priest smiled kindly. “Go ahead, my son. What are your sins?”
Tommy took a deep breath. “Well… I stole a pencil from school… I said a bad word… and I lied to my mom.”
The priest nodded. “That’s not too bad. Anything else?”
Tommy thought hard. “Umm… oh yeah! I threw my sister’s Barbie out the window and told her she ran away.”
The priest chuckled. “Anything else?”
Tommy scratched his head. “Oh! And last night, I put toothpaste on Grandpa’s dentures while he was sleeping.”
The priest tried not to laugh. “Alright, my son. Say three Hail Marys and try to be a better boy.”
Tommy nodded, feeling proud.
When he walked out of the booth, Grandma smiled and asked, “How did it go?”
Tommy grinned wide.
“Piece of cake, Grandma… but I don’t think that guy behind the screen knows half the stuff I’ve done!”
LOL!!
Hope this joke will make you smile! Have a nice day!
