Two brothers, eight and ten years old, were regular partners in crime. It was so bad that when ever any shennaigans were pulled, the rest of the town blamed them. Usually, they were the culprits.
Their parents had tried everything they could think of, but they couldn't seem to get it under control. One day , they asked their preacher for help ( he was a real stern fire and brimstone southern baptist), and he said to send the boys down, one at a time.
They told the eight year old that the preacher wanted to see him. He walked to the church and found the preacher, who motioned for him to sit down, which he did.
The preacher regarded him silently for a moment, then asked him "Young man, where is God?"
The kid sat there, frozen in fear.
Again he asked "Young man, where is GOD?"
Still no response. He got right in his face and boomed "I ASKED A QUESTION AND I DEMAND AN ANSWER. FOR THE LAST TIME, WHERE IS GODDDD?"
With that, the boy bolted from his chair, ran home as fast as his legs could carry him, up the stairs, into his closet and shut the door.
His brother found him cowering in the closet and asked him what happened.
Tearfully he sobbed, "Oh boy, were really in trouble this time. God is missing and they all think we did it!"

Sounds like my dad!