The Register-Herald, Beckley, West Virginia

July 27, 2013

Kids’ stories can warm your heart

Keeping the Faith

— Editor’s note: This column by the late Bev Davis originally was published Oct. 23, 2002. Davis passed away Aug. 1, 2010, of a sudden illness.

You can always count on a good story about children to bring a smile and warm your heart.

Here are some that were recently sent to me in an e-mail:

A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her 5- and 6-year-olds. After explaining the commandment to “honor thy father and thy mother,” she asked, “Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?” Without missing a beat, one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, “Yes, thou shall not kill.”


An honest 7-year-old admitted calmly to her parents that Billy Brown had kissed her after class. “How did that happen?” gasped her mother. “It wasn’t easy,” admitted the young lady, “but three girls helped me catch him.”


One day, a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast to her short-cropped brunette head. She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, “Why are some of your hairs white, Mommy?” Her mother replied, “Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.” The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, “Mommy, how come all of Grandma’s hairs are white?”


A 3-year-old went with his dad to see a litter of kittens. On returning home, he breathlessly informed his mother that there were two boy kittens and two girl kittens. “How did you know?” his mother asked. “Daddy picked them up and looked underneath,” he replied. “I think it’s printed on their bottoms.”


The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. “Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, ‘There’s Jennifer; she’s a lawyer,’ or ‘That’s Michael. He’s a doctor.’” A small voice at the back of the room rang out, “And there’s the teacher. She’s dead.”


An exasperated mother whose son was always getting into mischief finally asked him, “How do you expect to get into Heaven?’

The boy thought it over and said, “Well, I’ll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, ‘For Heaven’s sake, Dylan, either come in or stay out,’ and I’ll stay in.”


A small boy was sent to bed by his father. Five minutes later  — “Da-ad...”


“I’m thirsty. Can you bring me a drink of water?”

“No. You had your chance to get a drink before you went to bed. Lights out.”

Five minutes later 

“Daaaaaaady ...”


“I’m thirsty. Can I have a drink of water?”

“I told you no, and if you ask again, I’ll come in there and spank you.”

Five minutes later  — “Daaaady!”


“When you come in to spank me, can you bring me a drink of water?”


Tuck one or two of these away in your memory, and let them lighten your heart on a tough day.