Legs Go First

While teaching religion class one morning Sister Bridgette was speaking to her 3rd-grade class and she asked the question, “When you die and go to heaven… which part of your body goes first? Suzy raised her hand and said, “I think it’s your hands.”

“Why do you think it’s your hands, Suzy?” said Sister. Suzie replied, “Because when you pray, you hold your hands together in front of you and God just takes your hands first.”

“What a wonderful answer!” the nun said.

Little Johnny raised his hand and said, “Sister, I think it’s your legs”. Sister Bridgette looked at him with the strangest look on her face. “Now Little Johnnie, why would you think it would be your legs?”

Little Johnny said, “Well I walked into mommy and daddy’s bedroom the other night……

Mommy had her legs straight up in the air, and she was saying, “OH GOD, I’M COMING!”.

If daddy hadn’t pinned her down, we’d have lost her!”

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