A little boy forgot his lines when reciting in front of the church.
His mother, sitting in the front row to prompt him, gestured and formed the words silently with her lips, but it didn’t help. His memory was blank.
Finally she leaned forward and whispered the cue, “I am the light of the world.”
The child beamed and with great feeling and a loud, clear voice said, “My Mommy is the light of the world!”