Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked
  if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "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 I heard a 
  woman remark, "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, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it  
  wrong? Is God mad at me?"
 
   As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and  
  God  was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached 
  the table.  He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that 
  God thought  that was a great prayer."
 
   "Really?" my son asked.
   "Cross my heart," the man replied.
 
   Then in a theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose  
  remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God 
  for ice  cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
 
   Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My  
  son  stared at his for a moment and then did something I will 
  remember the rest of my life. 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."