In a certain suburban neighborhood,

In a certain suburban neighborhood, there were two brothers, 8
and 10 years old, who were exceedingly mischievous. Whatever went
wrong in the neighborhood, it turned out they had had a hand in it.
Their parents were at their wit's 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 I kill them!"


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."