The baby and I were driving to Baby School this morning, and she said, "Mommy, if I tell you something, will you not laugh at me?"

"Of course I won't laugh. What is it?"

"I prayed to God and asked him to help me one time."

"Oh, baby, I would never laugh at that. That's a good thing. What did you ask God for?"

"When we moved, I prayed to God and asked him to take me to our old house, because I missed it."

No, I didn't laugh. Yes, I did cry.