Christmas dinner. The family members bowed their heads in
expectation. He began his prayer, thanking God for all his
friends, naming them one by one. Then he thanked God for
Mommy, Daddy, brother, sister, Grandma, Grandpa, and all his
aunts and uncles. Then he began to thank God for the food.
He gave thanks for the turkey, the dressing, the fruit salad, the
cranberry sauce, the pies, the cakes, even the Cool Whip.
Then he paused, and everyone waited--and waited. After a
long silence, the young fellow looked up at his mother and
asked, "If I thank God for the broccoli, won't he know that I'm