Eavesdropping

I am a notorious eavesdropper. Odds are, if you are within ten yards of me, I am hanging on to your every word.

I was eavesdropping on a woman, her young son, and her friend this morning at a coffee shop. The mother asked her son, "Do you want to tell Janette about how you saw Jesus this morning?"

"Did you see Jesus this morning?" Janette asked the boy. He nodded and blushed.

"He saw the sun this morning," his mother explained, " and he said, 'Mommy, look! It's Jesus. Wave to Jesus, Mommy.' So we get into the car and Nicholas is waving away at the sun and says, 'Come on, Mommy, wave.' So I wave and say, 'See you later, Jesus.' "

The women laughed and little Nicholas giggled.