A little boy named Tommy went to church with his grandma every Sunday.
One day, Grandma told him it was time to make his first confession.

She explained, “You go into that little booth, tell the priest your sins, and he’ll forgive you.”

Tommy was nervous but agreed.

He walked into the confessional, sat down, and the priest slid open the little window.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” Tommy whispered.

The priest smiled kindly. “Go ahead, my son. What are your sins?”

Tommy took a deep breath. “Well… I stole a pencil from school… I said a bad word… and I lied to my mom.”

The priest nodded. “That’s not too bad. Anything else?”

Tommy thought hard. “Umm… oh yeah! I threw my sister’s Barbie out the window and told her she ran away.”

The priest chuckled. “Anything else?”

Tommy scratched his head. “Oh! And last night, I put toothpaste on Grandpa’s dentures while he was sleeping.”

The priest tried not to laugh. “Alright, my son. Say three Hail Marys and try to be a better boy.”

Tommy nodded, feeling proud.

When he walked out of the booth, Grandma smiled and asked, “How did it go?”

Tommy grinned widely.

“Piece of cake, Grandma… but I don’t think that guy behind the screen knows half the stuff I’ve done!”