Recently I was walking past the pantry and noticed Abby sitting inside. She had taken the lid off the oatmeal bucket and was sitting next to it sweeping her hand around in the oatmeal. I was a little afraid of the disaster potential.
Me: (calmly so as not to startle her and cause any sudden movements) What are you doing?
Abby: My hand was getting baptized.
I'm just glad it was her hand and not her foot that wanted to follow Jesus.