IMAGINATION
One day a mother overheard her daughter arguing with a little boy about
their respective ages.
"I am older than you," he said, "'cause my birthday comes first, in May,
and your's don't come till September."
"Of course your birthday comes first," she sneeringly retorted, "but
that is 'cause you came down first. I remember looking at the angels
when they were making you."
The mother instantly summoned her daughter. "It's breaking mother's
heart to hear you tell such awful stories," she said. "Don't you
remember what happened to Ananias and Sapphira?"
"Oh, yes, mamma, I know; they were struck dead for lying. I saw them
carried into the corner drug store!"