Grandma at the beach

A Jewish grandmother and her grandson were at the beach.  He
 was playing in the water, and she was standing on the shore
 not wanting to get her feet wet. All of a sudden, a huge
 wave appeared out of nowhere and crashed directly onto the
 spot where the boy was wading. When the water receded, the
 boy was no longer there... he was apparently swept away.

 Grandma raised her hands to the sky, and screamed and cried,
 "Lord, how could you?"

 "Haven't I been a wonderful grandmother?"
 "Haven't I been a wonderful mother?"
 "Haven't I kept a kosher home?"
 "Haven't I given to B'nai Brith?"
 "Haven't I given to Hadassah?"
 "Haven't I lit candles every Friday night?"
 "Haven't I tried my very best to live a life
 that you would be proud of?"

 A voice boomed from the sky, "Okay, okay!"

 A few minutes later another huge wave appeared out of
 nowhere and crashed on the beach. Then the water receded,
 and the boy was standing there, smiling, splashing around as
 if nothing had ever happened.

 The voice boomed again. "I have returned your grandson.  Are
 you satisfied?"

 Grandma replied, "He had a hat."


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