After a church service on Sunday morning, a young boy suddenly announced to his mother, “Mom, I’ve decided to become a minister when I grow up.”
“That’s okay with us, but what made you decide that?
“Well,” said the little boy, “I have to go to church on Sunday anyway, and I figure it’ll be more fun to stand up and yell, than to sit and listen.”
Personally, I think he’s right. I’m still less likely to doze off if I’m speaking. Then again, there has been a time or two when I’ve almost put myself to sleep.