We say grace before every meal and go to church every Sunday. It’s so nice to see my little two year old getting into the proverbial “swing-of-things” in that regard.

After church last Sunday I took the family to a local Chinese Buffet establishment. At the front door there is a little waterfall vignette with a moat around it. My daughter marched right up to the moat, dipped her right hand in the water, started making the sign of the cross, recited “paw, san, hoy spit, emen”, which in grown up speak stands for: In the name of the Father, and of the Son and The Holy Spirit, Amen. We all had a big giggle over her zeal.

After lunch we went to the grocery store do some shopping. As we walked in the store my wife asked me to change the baby’s diaper as she started shopping and we’d meet up in store later.

I took the baby in the Men’s Room and plopped her on the changing table. After I changed her diaper, I put her back down on Terra Firma and started putting away assorted diaper changing paraphernalia. I heard a little voice say “paw, san, hoy……..”, and I turned around to see what she was doing.

She had walked over to the little boy’s urinals and had dipped her hand in the unholy liquid.

I let out a blood curdling shriek that scared her stiff. I grabbed her wrist before she could put any of the pee water on her person, ran to the sink, and washed our hands, and her forehead(just in case), in the hottest water we could stand, with loads and loads of soap.

After I dried her hands we rushed out of the Men’s Room, I dumped her in a shopping cart and we hurried to a portion of the store that I knew had complimentary anti-bacterial gel in a convenient wall mounted pump dispenser. I continued to pump alcohol laced gel on our hands and scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed until I felt reasonably certain that all the germs, and a few layers of skin, were completely gone.

*DEEP BREATHLY!*

Maybe we need to convert. Buddhism perhaps? Ommmmmm……