On Miracle
　　In Sunday school, the minister was trying to illustrate the word miracle. “Boys and girls,”he said, “suppose I stood on the roof of a ten-story building, lost my balance and fell off. Then all of a sudden in midair, a whirlwind swept me up and brought me safely to the ground. Now what word would you use to describe this?”
　　After a long silence a boy raised his hand and said, “Luck?”
　　“True, ture,”replied the minister. “It could be luck-but that's not the word I wanted. I'll repeat the story. There I am on top of the ten-story building again, and I fall. A whirlwind catches me in midair and places me safely on the ground. Think now=what word would decribe the situation?”
　　“Accident,”cried out one girl.
　　“No, no,”answered the minister. “Listen carefully for the third time. I'm on the same building; I fall and am swept to safety by a sudden whirlwind. What word could account for my safely reaching the ground?”
　　The boys and grils shouted in unison:“Practice!”



Father's Age
　　Grandpa: Peter, my dear, tell me how old your father is.
　　Peter: He's as old as I am.
　　Grandpa: Oh? How do you know? And why do you think he is as old as you?
　　Peter: Because he became my father the moment I became his son.




Reasons
　　Teacher: Tony, give me three reasons why you know the earth to be round.
　　Tony: Mum says so. Dad says so. And you says so.