The children in the Sunday school class were asked by their teacher to draw pictures of their favorite Bible stories. When she looked at little Ricky’s picture, she was puzzled to see that he had drawn four people in an airplane, so she asked him which story it represented. Little Ricky replied, “That’s the Flight to Egypt.” “Oh, I see,” said the teacher. “That must be Mary, Joseph and the Baby Jesus, but who’s the fourth person?” “That’s Pontius … the Pilot!” answered Ricky.

Little Johnny had the flu and wasn’t able to attend the Palm Sunday church service with his family. When they returned home from the service, they were carrying palm branches. “What are those?” Little Johnny asked his mother. “People held them over Jesus’ head as he walked by,” his mother explained. “Well, doesn’t that just figure,” grumbled Little Johnny. “The one Sunday I can’t go to church, and Jesus shows up.”

The social studies teacher had just completed a lesson on war and peace. “How many of you,” the teacher asked, “would say you’re opposed to war?” Not surprisingly, every student in the class raised their hand.” Who would like to give us their reason for being opposed to war?” asked the teacher. Little Johnny, sitting at the back of the class, immediately raised his hand.” Johnny, what is your reason?” the teacher asked.” I hate wars,” explained Johnny, “because wars make history, and I hate History.”

The teacher noticed that Johnny had been daydreaming for a long time, so she decided to get his attention. “Johnny,” she said, “if the world is 25,000 miles around and eggs are sixty cents a dozen, how old am I?” Johnny answered, “Thirty-four.” The teacher replied, “Well, that’s not far from my age. Tell me … how did you guess?” “Oh, there’s nothing to it,” Johnny said. “My big sister is seventeen and she’s only half-crazy.”