A little five-year-old boy was visiting his grandmother one afternoon.
As he played with his toys in her bedroom while she dusted, he suddenly looked up and asked, “Grandma, why don’t you have a boyfriend now that Grandpa’s in heaven?”
She chuckled and said, “Sweetheart, my television is my boyfriend. I can watch it all day. The church shows lift my spirits, and the funny ones make me laugh. I’m perfectly happy with my TV as my companion.”
She switched it on, but the picture was awful. Annoyed, she fiddled with the buttons, and when that didn’t help, she gave the back of the TV a few firm smacks.
Right then, the doorbell rang. The little boy ran to answer it and found the family’s minister standing on the porch.
“Hi there,” the minister said warmly. “Is your grandmother home?”
With total innocence, the boy answered, “Yep! She’s in her room hittin’ her boyfriend.”
The minister dropped to the ground in shock.
