YOU JUST DON’T WANT TO KNOW
My receptionist told me a story, Monday, about her 4 year old grandson, Bryan.
Bryan was returning from Sunday School/Nursery with a rather grim countenance.
“What’s the problem, sport?” his mother asked.
“Well”, Bryan responded, “We just found out what they did to Jesus before Easter”.
In her most tender tone, mom asked,” And what was that, Sport?”
Bryan shook his head, looked down, and protectively retorted, “You don’t wanna know, mom, you just don’t wanna know.”
— Author Unknown