Jewish grandma and her grandson are at the beach. He is playing in
the water, she is standing on the shore not wanting to get her feet
wet, when all of a sudden, a huge wave appears from nowhere and
crashes directly over the spot where the boy is wading.
The water recedes and the boy is no longer there. He has simply
vanished.
She holds her hands to the sky, screams and cries, "Lord, how could
you? Haven't I been a wonderful grandmother? Haven't I been a wonderful
mother? Haven't I kept a kosher home? Haven't I given to B'nai
B'rith? Haven't I given to Hadassah? Haven't I lit candles every
Friday night? Haven't I tried my very best to live a life that you
would be proud of?"
A voice booms from the sky, "Okay, okay!"
A few minutes later another huge wave appears out of nowhere and
crashes on the beach. As the water recedes, the boy is standing
there, smiling, splashing around as if nothing had ever happened.
The voice booms again. "I have returned your grandson. Are you
satisfied?"