While I was in Da' Basement, I decided, on one of the days I felt better, to try out the pressure washer I purchased to wash the whips eight, nine months ago. (Hey, I got around to it, didn't I?)
After hooking up the hoses and whatnot, I started spraying the cars, and out comes John to help me.
I turned the pressure the least powerful setting, gave him the nozzle and waited for him to either spray the car, or soak me.
What did he do?
He turned the water spray skywards.
"What are you doing?", I asked.
"I'm spraying God. I'm getting His clothes wet!"
Wifey & I looked at each other, I crossed myself - Roman Catholic upbringing, and looked at him in wonder.
Even an atheist wouldn't dare think that!
Kids. They really do love God.