Every Sunday, little Tommy went to church with his grandmother.
One morning, she gently told him it was time for his very first confession.
She explained, “You step into the small booth, tell the priest what you’ve done wrong, and he’ll forgive you.”
Tommy felt a bit nervous but agreed. He stepped inside the confessional, sat down, and soon the small window slid open.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” Tommy whispered.
The priest gave a warm smile. “Go ahead, my child. What would you like to confess?”
Tommy took a deep breath. “Um… I took a pencil from school… I said a bad word… and I lied to my mom.”
The priest nodded patiently. “Those aren’t too serious. Is there anything else?”
Tommy paused, thinking. “Oh! I threw my sister’s Barbie out the window and told her the doll ran away.”
The priest chuckled softly. “Anything more?”
Tommy scratched his head. “Yeah… I also put toothpaste on Grandpa’s dentures while he was asleep.”
Trying not to laugh, the priest said, “Alright, say three Hail Marys and try to behave better.”
Tommy gave a proud nod and walked out of the booth.
His grandma was waiting. “So, how did it go?” she asked with a smile.
Tommy grinned.
“Super easy, Grandma… but I don’t think that guy behind the screen knows even half of what I’ve done!”