A little boy named Tommy went to church with his grandma every Sunday.
One day, Grandma told him it was time to make his first confession.
She explained, âYou go into that little booth, tell the priest your sins, and heâll forgive you.â
Tommy was nervous but agreed.
He walked into the confessional and sat down, and the priest slid open the little window.
âBless me, Father, for I have sinned,â Tommy whispered.
The priest smiled kindly. âGo ahead, my son. What are your sins?â
Tommy took a deep breath.
âWell⌠I stole a pencil from school⌠I said a bad word⌠and I lied to my mom.â
The priest nodded. âThatâs not too bad. Anything else?â
Tommy thought hard.
âUmm⌠oh yeah! I threw my sisterâs Barbie out the window and told her she ran away.â
The priest chuckled. âAnything else?â
Tommy scratched his head.
âOh! And last night, I put peanut butter on the catâs paws so sheâd tap-dance on the kitchen floor.â
The priest burst out laughing. âMy son⌠you might need more than forgiveness. You might need a talent agent!â
