Sister Mary was teaching her first-grade class about Adam and Eve.
With a warm smile, she explained:
“God created Adam first. Then, while Adam was sleeping, God took one of his ribs and used it to create Eve, who became his wife.”
The children listened carefully, fascinated by the story.
A few days later, little Billy came home from school looking miserable. He dropped his backpack by the door, collapsed onto the couch, and clutched his side with both hands.
His mother rushed over in alarm.
“Billy! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Billy groaned and pointed to his ribs.
“My side really hurts, Mom.”
His mother knelt beside him and asked worriedly:
“Do we need to call a doctor?”
Billy shook his head.
“No… I think I know what’s happening.”
His mother looked confused.
“What do you mean?”
Billy glanced down at his aching side, then looked up at her with wide, nervous eyes.
“Mom… I think I’m about to get married.”
His mother blinked.
“You’re about to what?”
Billy hugged his ribs even tighter and whispered:
“Sister Mary said God took one of Adam’s ribs to make him a wife… and my rib is hurting really bad.”
He swallowed hard…
“I think God is getting ready to take mine.”
And added:
“Mom… if a girl suddenly shows up tomorrow, can I send her back? I’m only seven.”
