From the mouth of babes

It was a blistering hot day, the house was full of guests, and things weren’t going well. Finally, the hostess got everyone seated for dinner and asked her seven-year-old daughter to say grace.

“But mother,” said the little girl, “I don’t know what to say” “Yes you do,” said her mother, “Just say the last prayer you heard me use.”

Obediently, the child bowed her head and recited hesitantly: “Oh, Lord, why did I invite these people on such a hot day?”