With God's Help

Henry insisted on washing himself today at bath time. I watched as cup after cup of water completely missed his head and splashed behind him. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I said, "Henry, why don't I finish up rinsing your hair, since I can see? I think you need a little help." He looked at me very seriously and said, "Well, Mommy, then God can help me."

How do you argue with that?

It probably goes without saying that Henry and God finished the bath together.