Ocean Waves

A giant wave swooshed onto the shore and swept little Moishele into the ocean. Mrs. Apple went crazy and cried out, "G-d, oh G-d! I know that we don’t go to shul that often and are often late getting there and I am really sorry. But please give us back our little boy Please, please dear G-d!"

Suddenly, a miracle occurs as yet another wave sweeps little Moishele back to shore.

His mother rushed up and grabbed her son and wrapped him in towels to dry him off, and then she held her hands up to the blue sky.

"So G-d," she said, "Where’s his hat?"