One evening, a few days before John's seventh birthday, he was saying his prayers in his bedroom before he went to bed. "Please, God", he shouted, "make them give me a big box of chocolates for my birthday on Saturday".
His mother was in the kitchen and she heard the small boy shouting and went into his bedroom quickly.
"Why are you shouting, John?" she asked her son, "God can hear you when you talk quietly".
"I know", answered the clever boy with a smile, "but Grandfather's in the next room, and he can't".
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