I tossed my three year old girl in the tub with her ten year old big sister the other night.
(I asked permission from my oldest first...she still has a lot of little girl left in her and welcomed the toys. Oh, and I didn't actually toss my toddler).
They played and splashed and I went to the kitchen for just a minute, until I heard my youngest crying.
I hurried back in to my oldest BEAMING and my youngest sniffling.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Mom, guess what?" my oldest said in a very excited voice. "I helped her ask Jesus into her heart! She repeated a prayer after me!"
"Honey, that's great," I said, watching my toddler nod her head in agreement, with a giant tear rolling down her cheek. "But why is she crying?"
"Oh. Well, I also baptized her."
(No sprinkling here, people. Full immersion)