As they bowed their heads the boy prayed: "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, they heard a loud remark from an elderly woman, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, the boy burst into tears and asked his father, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
As he held his son and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly man approached the table.
He winked at the boy and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
"Really?" the boy asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied.
Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added, "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, BayiSingh bought his son an ice cream at the end of the meal. His son stared at his for a moment, and then did something that would be memorable.
He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."