One morning last week we met with a minister at church to talk about Tollie's upcoming baptism. We packed lunches and beach towels, and had bathing suits on so we could head straight to the pool afterward. Tucker was a little confused about why were going to church if it wasn't a church day. We did our best to explain to him what baptism means, showed him pictures of when he wore the gown and had water dribbled on his head, told him there'd be lots of family with us to celebrate. He seemed to begin to understand, as much as a three year old might. And then he asked for reassurance, "But it's not like a goodbye party for Tollie?"