There's this impish look that Abigail gets when she's about to say something mildly naughty. Something she knows she won't get in trouble for. Something irreverent.
We like to let the kids pray for dinner if they ask. Some do all the time, some do some of the time, and some don't ask. Jonah is an always asker. He asked and we let him pray for dinner. Abigail is a sometimes asker. She asked when Jonah was done so we held hands and closed our eyes again while she prayed. Something sweet, and childish. Something that ended with, "In Jesus' name, Amen."
Then I looked up at her. And she had the look. And she asked me, "Mom, is Jesus' name really Amen?"
And I laughed. And there was apple juice in my mouth already.