One evening six-year-old Bobby asked his father for a pet. "Sorry, son," his father said, "not now. But if you pray real hard for two months, perhaps God will send you a baby brother."
Bobby prayed faithfully for a month, but it seemed futile to pray longer so he gave up.
How surprised he was, when a month later, a little boy arrived at their home, or so Bobby thought when he saw a squirming bundle beside his mother. His proud father drew back the cover and Bobby saw another baby. Twins!
"Aren´t you glad you prayed for a baby brother?" asked his father.
"I sure am," said the boy. "But aren´t you glad I stopped praying when I did?"