Baptism

Ben has had quite a few cousins be baptized this year, which we've really enjoyed. Tonight, Ben came upstairs after having been tucked into bed. He was very concerned about something, so I went to ask him about it. Here is the ensuing conversation:

"Mom, I can't get Baptized," said Ben, very expressively.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because I can't hold my breath. I'm afraid I will drink some of the water. I can't hold my breath because I tried and I can't."

At this point, I reassured Ben of two things: first, that I would get him into swimming lessons next year, and they will teach him how to hold his breath; second, that four years is plenty of time to learn how to hold his breath.

"Will you get me into hold your breath lessons too?"

"Of course."

"Oh. Okay! Thanks, Mom."