A/N: This fic is whole-heartedly dedicated to my friend Marron kun. Hey you bitch! You still owe me the last time! XDDD Pats, I understand you've switched being Wrath, neither do I could take those sluts. Alright, enough shit said, on with the ficky!

One day Sloth mama took Wrath to a restaurant. Little Wrath asked if he could say a grace. As they bowed their heads he said, "God is Good. God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you if Sloth mama gets me an ice cream for dessert. And liberty and justice for all! Amen!"

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby was a woman's remark, "That's what's wrong with this generation. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for an ice cream…Why I never!"

Hearing the woman, Wrath burst into tears and asked Sloth, "Did I do it wrong mama? Is God mad at me?"

As Sloth held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, a gentleman in military uniform with his blonde subordinate following him approached the table. He laid a hand at Wrath's head and with a smile had said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a good prayer."

"Really?" the little boy asked.

"Cross my heart", the man said in a theatrical whisper. Then he added, "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."

Wrath stared at his for a moment. Hearing the Colonel's words picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman.

With a big smile, he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes, and my soul is good already."