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A little girl, when asked her name, would reply, “I'm Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter.”

Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, “I'm Jane Sugarbrown.”

The Youth Pastor spoke to her in Sunday School, and said, “Aren't you Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter?”

She replied, “I thought I was, but mother says I'm not.'”


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, come in or stay out!’''


One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, 'Mummy, will you sleep with me tonight?'

The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. 'I can't dear,' she said. 'I have to sleep in Daddy's room.'

A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: 'The big sissy.'