Dad’s Brownies

This is a story I’ve heard told many times and I think it’s a good one.

Dad’s Brownies

A father of some teenage children had the family rule that they could not attend PG-13 or R rated movies. His three teens wanted to see a particular popular movie that was playing at local theaters. It was rated PG-13.
The teens interviewed friends and even some members of their family’s church to find out what was offensive in the movie. The teens made a list of pros and cons about the movie to use to convince their dad that they should be allowed to see it. The con’s were that it contained ONLY 3 swear words, the ONLY violence was a building exploding (and you see that on TV all the time they said), and you actually did not “see” the couple in the movie having sex – it was just implied sex, off camera.  The pros were that it was a popular movie – a block buster.  Everyone was seeing it.  If the teens saw the movie then they would not feel left out when their friends discussed it. The movie contained a good story and plot. It had some great adventure and suspense in it. There were some fantastic special effects in this movie. The movie’s stars were some of the most talented actors in Hollywood. It probably would be nominated for several awards.
Many of the members of their Christian church had even seen the movie and said it wasn’t “very bad”.  Therefore, since there were more pros than cons the teens said they were asking their father to reconsider his position on just this ONE movie and let them have permission to go see it.
The father looked at the list and thought for a few minutes. He said he could tell his children had spent some time and thought on this request. He asked if he could have a day to think about it before making his decision. The teens were thrilled thinking; “Now we’ve got him! Our argument is too good! Dad can’t turn us down!”  So, they happily agreed to let him have a day to think about their request.
The next evening the father called in his three teenagers, who were smiling smugly, into the living room. There on the coffee table he had a plate of brownies. The teens were puzzled. The father told his children he had thought about their request and had decided that if they would eat a brownie then he would let them go to the movie.  But just like the movie, the brownies had pros and cons.
The pros were that they were made with the finest chocolate and other good ingredients. They had the added special effect of yummy walnuts in them. The brownies were moist and fresh with wonderful chocolate frosting on top. He had made these fantastic brownies using an award-winning recipe. And best of all, the brownies had been made lovingly by the hand of their own father.
The brownies only had one con. The father had included a little bit of a special ingredient. The brownies also contained just a little bit of dog poop. But he had mixed the dough well – they probably would not even be able to taste the dog poop and he had baked it at 350 degrees so any bacteria or germs from the dog poop had probably been destroyed.
Therefore, if any of his children could stand to eat the brownies which included just a “little bit of crap” and not be effected by it, then he knew they would also be able to see the movie with “just a little bit of smut” and not be effected.
Of course, none of the teens would eat the brownies and the smug smiles had left their faces. Only Dad was smiling smugly as they left the room.
Now when his teenagers ask permission to do something he is opposed to the father just asks, “Would you like me to whip up a batch of my special brownies?”

Author Unknown

I can tell you, I don’t want any dog poop brownies!! Even a miniscule bit of dog poop is way too much in luscious, chocolate bites of heaven.

So, if I won’t eat brownies with “just a bit ” of poop, why would I watch a show with “just a bit of smut” or listen to music with “just a bit” of offensive words? The Word of God says that a little leaven leavens the whole lump so I’m thinking a little poop poops the whole show or song! This is something I’m gonna continue working on in my life.

Ok, now what about this gift I received for Christmas.  It is a mini journal made from…………..wait for it……………………………………..

elephant poo!!!

I’m serious! I’m looking at the package now. I haven’t removed the journal from its cellophane wrapping because, well, because it’s POO for goodness sake!

The tag on the back says:

POOPOOPAPER    100% recycled and odorless paper products made from elephant poo!! Made by elephants in the kingdom of Thailand! I’m not making this up!! Here’s the website:

So, I’ve kept this journal. Why, I don’t know ’cause I am NEVER gonna open that thing up and rifle through its pages. I don’t want to touch it and I don’t want to smell it…even tho, it says it’s odorless. HA!

I’m thinking there may be a sermon in this poopy journal but I don’t know if I’ll be the one to find it. If any of you do, please send it my way.


3 thoughts on “Dad’s Brownies

  1. I think sermon with the poopoopaper book is around what we perceive about others and how they really are inside. So, you won’t use or even open the journal because it was made with elephant poo. But, what are you missing by not using it? Are you missing some really smooth paper to write on and enjoy? Are you missing the joy of telling the person who gave it to you that it is used and appreciated (without lying!)?

    Now, the sermon… Do we judge others based upon their outsides and what we perceive is bad without getting to know them (opening the wrapper and trying it out)?

  2. Oh,Marijo! Is poopoo paper anything like a poopoo platter? LOL I think you ought to be brave and open it up, because I am pretty sure if you write something in a journal made from elephant poo, it’s going to be pretty important!

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