Eight year old Johnny and his family went to Grandma’s for Christmas dinner. The feast was laid out on the table, Grandpa was carving the turkey, Grandma was checking to be sure all was in order. As always it was an irresistible setting and finally all were seated ready to eat.
Johnny, unable to wait, began with the mashed potatoes and gravy. Mother scolded him for not remembering his manners. Johnny, with a mouthful of food, looked at her questioningly.
“Johnny, at home we always say a prayer before we eat. Remember?”
“Yeah, but we’re at Grandma’s and she knows how to cook.”