How odd, thought father, but he didn’t want his daughter to know he’d been listening so he didn’t say anything to her. But tragically, next day Grandma collapsed and died. A few months went by and one evening father heard his daughter praying again.
“God bless mummy, God bless daddy, bye bye Grandpa.” No, it couldn’t mean anything thought father apprehensively, but next morning they received a telegram to say that Grandpa had passed away in his sleep!
The household got back to normal and almost a year passed before father heard his daughter again.
“God bless mummy, bye bye daddy.” Absolutely panic-stricken, father stayed up all night, too
frightened to sleep in case he didn’t wake up. The next morning he walked to work instead of taking the car, in case there was an accident, and spent the day at his desk doing very little but worrying. When he got home that evening he collapsed into a chair, his nerves in pieces, and told his wife all about the nightmare day that he’d had.
She replied, “You’re not the only one to have had a bad day. This morning when I opened the front door I found the Milkman dead on the front doorstep.”