A little boy, sitting in church with his mother, started to feel queasy. “Mom,” he whispered, “I think I’m gonna be sick!” “Quick, go out the front door of the church, go around back, and throw up behind a bush.” A minute later, the little fella returned to his seat. Mom whispered, “So, you didn’t have to throw up at all, did you?” “Yes, I did. And now I feel better.” “You did? How did you get back here so quickly?” “Oh, I didn’t have to go outside, Mom. There’s a little box by the front door that says, ‘For the Sick’!”