My wife thinks that I have a lot in common with the little girl from Signs. You never know when you might need half a glass of water.

Today at church, we sat behind a little girl that was probably about two. During the service, she kept looking back at us. I, of course, was smiling and making funny faces (as I always do in church). My wife, of course, was hitting me for making funny faces (as she always does in church).

The little girl reminded me of Esther because she wouldn’t smile. After church, after our fellowship dinner, she was walking around the room, so I went up to her and asked name.

“Madison,” she replied.

“Oh, what a pretty name. I’m Rick.”

“Where did your mama go?”

“That wasn’t my mama. That was my wife. She went out to the car; she wasn’t feeling good.”

“Where?”

“It’s in the parking lot.”

“The parking lot?” she asked, as she ran to the door and tried to open it.

I have to wonder how people can say that a two year old can’t “understand” enough to come to communion. I figure if a two year old can understand the concept of a parking lot, she understand that Jesus died for our sins. I am willing to say that most 12 year olds don’t have a much better understanding than that. And a lot of 18 year olds don’t either. *sigh*

Well, our church allows any child that’s been baptized to come to the table, so I don’t know why I am complaining.