Water baptism became a recurring topic of conversation.
Especially about how long pastor would "hold her under".
Sweetums does not enjoy being wet. Never has.
The idea of pastor trying to drown her was not particularly appealing.
Papa and I told her that, when the time was right, she would know.
The time came last Friday.
Sweetums awakened at 2 a.m. in the morning and knew.
On Sunday morning, Sweetums was baptized.
She came out of the water rejoicing...
And a little concerned...
Apparently, she had gum in her mouth, and, when she came up out of the water, it flew out somewhere into the baptistery. Only my kid.