Little Dylan was driving his mother crazy.
It was only the second day of the school holidays, and he was already bored.
He was going inside, outside, inside, outside, slamming the door each time.
“I’m bored, I’m hungry’ I’m thirsty, I’m bored,” was all she could hear him say.
After one last stint of him running through the house his mother had finally had enough.
“For goodness sake Dylan, will you stop being so naughty? How do you expect to get into heaven?” she cried out.
Dylan stopped and thought it over, and then took off again, but not before he had an answer for her.
“Well, I’ll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St Peter says, ‘For heaven’s sake, Dylan, come in or stay out. Then I’ll come in!”