A little boy named Tommy went to church with his grandma every Sunday. One morning, Grandma told him it was time to make his first confession. Nervous but obedient, Tommy agreed.
She explained, “You go into that little booth, tell the priest your sins, and he’ll forgive you.” Tommy nodded, clutching his hands as they entered the church.
Moments later, he stepped into the confessional and sat down quietly. The priest slid open the small wooden window and smiled kindly.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” Tommy whispered.
“Go ahead, my son,” said the priest. “What are your sins?”
Tommy hesitated, then began softly, “Well… I stole a pencil from school. I said a bad word… and I lied to my mom.”
The priest nodded patiently. “That’s not too bad, my boy. Anything else?”
Tommy thought for a moment. “Umm… oh yeah! I threw my sister’s Barbie out the window and told her she ran away.”
The priest chuckled. “Is that all?”
Tommy scratched his head. “Oh! And last night, I put toothpaste on Grandpa’s dentures and froze them in the freezer because he snored too loud!”
The priest tried not to laugh. “Well, that’s… creative.”
But Tommy wasn’t done. He leaned closer and whispered seriously, “And Father, I also asked God if He could give my teacher a flat tire… and He did.”
The priest nearly dropped his Bible. “My child,” he said with a trembling smile, “you might want to go easy on your prayers for a while.”
Tommy grinned innocently. “Okay, Father. But… does that mean they work?”
The priest sighed, shaking his head with a laugh. “Let’s just say — heaven is definitely listening to you.”
