A little boy named Tommy went to church with his grandma every Sunday. It was part of their routine — a quiet walk to the old brick church, the smell of incense in the air, and Grandma’s gentle hand guiding him to their usual pew.
One sunny morning, after the service ended, Grandma leaned down and said softly, “Tommy, it’s time for you to make your first confession.”
Tommy’s eyes widened. “What’s that?” he asked.
Grandma smiled. “You go into that little booth, tell the priest your sins, and he’ll forgive you. It’s how we start fresh.”
Tommy gulped. He had heard about confession from his Sunday school friends, but the thought of telling a grown-up everything he did wrong was… terrifying. Still, he didn’t want to disappoint Grandma.
When the time came, he stepped into the wooden booth. It was dim and smelled faintly of candles. A little window slid open, and the priest’s calm, kind face appeared behind a screen.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” Tommy whispered nervously, just like Grandma taught him.
The priest smiled warmly. “Go ahead, my son. What are your sins?”
Tommy fidgeted, trying to remember. “Well… I stole a pencil from school… I said a bad word… and I lied to my mom.”
The priest nodded, his voice gentle. “That’s not too bad. Anything else?”
Tommy thought for a moment. “Umm… oh yeah! I threw my sister’s Barbie out the window and told her she ran away.”
The priest chuckled quietly. “Anything else?”
Tommy scratched his head, thinking hard. “Oh! And last night, I put peanut butter on Dad’s slippers so the dog would chase his feet around the living room.”
The priest raised his eyebrows, trying not to laugh. “That’s… creative. Anything more?”
Tommy’s eyes lit up. “Well… one time, I poured orange juice into the goldfish bowl because I thought they might like a change of flavor.”
The priest quickly covered his mouth to hide a grin. “My son… that’s more than enough. You have quite the imagination — and quite a list.”
Tommy smiled proudly, thinking he had done a great job. The priest gave him a light penance, told him to say a few prayers, and reminded him to try to be kinder in the future.
When Tommy walked out, Grandma was waiting. “How did it go?” she asked.
Tommy shrugged. “Pretty good. But I think the priest’s going to need a nap after mine.”
Moral of the Story:
Even the smallest confessions can bring the biggest laughs — especially when told by a child with a creative memory.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to real events or persons is purely coincidental. The accompanying image is AI-generated.