In a certain suburban neighborhood, there were two brothers, about 8 and 10 years old, who were
exceedingly mischievous. Whatever went wrong in the neighborhood, it turned out they had a hand in
it. Their parents were at their wits' end trying to control them. Hearing about a priest nearby who
worked with delinquent boys, the mother suggested to the father that they ask the priest to talk with
the boys. The father replied, "Sure, do that before they send us to mental hospital!"

The mother went to the priest and made her request. He agreed, but said he wanted to see the younger
boy first and alone. So the mother sent him to the priest.

The priest sat the boy down across a huge, impressive desk he sat behind. For about five minutes they
just sat and stared at each other. Finally, the priest pointed his forefinger at the boy and asked,
"Where is God?"

The boy looked under the desk, in the corners of the room, all around, but said nothing.

Again, louder, the priest pointed at the boy and asked, "Where is God?"

Again the boy looked all around but said nothing. A third time, in a louder, firmer voice, the priest
leaned far across the desk and put his forefinger almost to the boy's nose, and asked, "Where is
God?"

The boy panicked and ran all the way home. Finding his older brother, he dragged him upstairs to
their room and into the closet, where they usually plotted their mischief. He finally said, "We are
in BIIIIG trouble."

The older boy asked, "What do you mean, BIIIIG trouble?"

His brother replied, "God is missing and they think we did it!"