I keep “threatening” at work to call in and say I’m not coming in the next time both Winnie and Duffy tell me to stay home. Seems like they’re a lot smarter than me, after all look who stays home and who goes to work, grocery, etc.

This was one of those mornings and after a couple hours of very rude persons on the telephone (not any of you, dear readers - I’m sure none of you would cuss and scream because your paper was later than usual), I came to the conclusion that my feline housemates knew more than their housekeeper.

Then I received an e-mail all the way from Minnesota. Frequent readers who identify themselves as “your Friends in Bloomington, Minn.,” sent the following thought-provoker titled “Wet Pants.” Mega-thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Donovan H. Kennedy in Minnesota.

Come with me to a third grade classroom. There is a nine-year-old boy sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants is wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.

The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat."

He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.

As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.

The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"

Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.

She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. “You've done enough, you klutz!"

Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once too."

May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good.

Remember: Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.

Hoping to put a smile on your faces, dear readers, here are some more “kid thoughts” from cousin CR in Posey Township.