I was driving in the car the other day, talking to Emma.
She told me she's not saved.
I tried to cheer her up, and told her she would be as soon as she understood things a little better.
She said, very seriously, very mournfully, " No. My drawers are all gobbled up."
"What?" I asked.
"You know. I just throw things in my drawers, they're all messy, and Moma gets mad about it."
"Maybe some day when I'm not bad anymore, and my drawers aren't all gobbled up, then I'll be saved."
.....and she smiled at me, thru the rear-view mirror, like the sun had just come out.
Emma, my lovey, you make me laugh.