In a quaint English village church, an elderly nun noticed the worn-out carpets needed replacing. “Father,” she said cautiously, “your carpets are looking quite threadbare.” The priest smiled warmly and replied, “After all these years, surely you can say ‘our carpets’ now, sister.” The nun nodded thoughtfully.
A few days later, she approached him again about the overgrown hedge. “Father, I’ve noticed your—I mean our hedge needs trimming,” she corrected herself. Pleased with her progress, the priest then asked if she’d seen his missing watch. Though she hadn’t, she promised to keep an eye out.
The big test came when the bishop visited. As preparations buzzed through the church, the nun came running down the aisle shouting, “Father! Father! Your watch is here!” The bishop beamed at her thoughtfulness. “Where did you find it, sister?” he asked. Without missing a beat, she declared, “Under our bed!” proving that old habits—and new lessons—die hard.
