She had tried everything to keep them in line, and then one day when she had an over-the-fence discussion with her neighbor, she learned that her neighbor had also had problems with her sons when they were younger. Her neighbor said that after she had tried everything, she finally took her sons to her priest, and he got them straightened out for good.
Well, this mother had exhausted all of her options, and she didn't have a better idea, so she followed her neighbor's advice and took her two sons to the local parish priest.
The younger boy was left in the waiting room and the older boy was ushered into the solemn presence of the robe-clad clergyman.
Without so much as introducing himself, he stared into the eyes of the frightened boy and began his interrogation with this question: "Where is God?"
The boy was speechless.
The priest spoke again, "Young man, I said, where is God?"
The young lad looked away, searching the room as if the answer might be found in the religious items that filled the office.
A little louder and with more emphasis, the priest asked for the third time, "I ask you, where is God?"
This time the boy leaped to his feet and ran out of the office. And when he came to the waiting room he grabbed his younger brother by the hand and pulled him out the door.
"Let's get out of here," he said. "They've lost God and they're trying to pin it on us."
