The Boy’s Confession
An 8-year-old boy was brought to church by his mother for his very first confession. He stepped into the small, pitch-black confessional booth, sat down, and looked through the wooden mesh screen. On the other side, the old priest spoke warmly, “Hello, my son. Tell me, what sins have you committed?”
Confused, the boy scratched his head for a moment and whispered, “Father, I accidentally threw a rock at one of my neighbor’s ducks.”
The priest nodded, “That wasn’t a good thing to do, but God is always forgiving. Are you truly sorry?”
The boy replied, “Yes, Father.”
The priest asked, “What else, my son?”
The boy hesitated, “Well… I lied to my parents a few times.”
The priest nodded again, “Very well, you must pray to apologize to your parents. Is there anything else?”
The boy thought for a bit and said, “Yes, Father. I also accidentally dumped a bucket of ice water on my little sister while she was fast asleep.”
The priest raised an eyebrow but remained calm, “It is good that you recognize your mistakes. Try to love your sister more. Anything else?”
The boy sighed, his voice full of regret, “Father, the last thing is… I secretly sneaked a live sewer rat into my grandma’s expensive purse right before she left for the church service.”
Suddenly, from behind the mesh screen, a familiar voice, shaking with absolute rage, yelled: “Ah! I knew it was you! You little brat! Get out here right now!!! The priest is in the restroom! I was just sitting in here trying to hide from your stupid rat!!!”
