G-MA: Well, howdy do, everybody! It seems such a long time since I've seen you 'all

SALLY: Hi, Grandma. What are you up to?

G-MA: About 4 foot 2 inches. But it hasn't been long enough since I've last seen you.

SALLY: Oh, gee, Grandma, are you still mad at me because I put your cat in the clothes dryer?

G-MA: No, not really. But I had to change her name from Slick to Fluffy. What in the world have you been doing? Have you been out in the hog pen wallowing in the mud?

SALLY: No, Grandma. Me and a bunch of the other kids were playing bakery. We were making mud pies, dirt donuts, and sandy cookies.

G-MA: That sounds like a pretty messy bakery.

SALLY: Oh, Grandma. You should have been there. We took buckets full of dirt and added just the right amount of water and then stepped in with our feet.

G-MA: Then what?

SALLY: We just moved our legs up and down and mixed up all that nice gooey mud. It felt so-o-o good oozing up between our toes and then we got into it with our hands.

G-MA: Sounds gross

SALLY: But then we made all of our stuff and played bakery until it got to be lunchtime. So I went into the kitchen and made all ten of us kids a peanut butter sandwich. I even made you one.

G-MA: Yuck, Sally. Look at your hands. You didn't even wash them before you got into real food. We can't eat those sandwiches. You'll have to throw them all away, wash your hands and start over.

SALLY: Gosh, I remember that last week's Sunday School lesson was about serving the Lord with unwashed hands. I really goofed off during class and I argued with mom about where to sit in church. Then when I got up to sing my solo, I felt like a real hypocrite. Wow, that was trying to serve Jesus with dirty, unwashed hands. From now on, my hands and heart are going to be clean before I serve my Lord. No more dirty fingerprints on the peanut butter sandwiches.

G-MA: That's my girl. Now, go wash your hands and feed your friends some nice, clean food. See you later.

SALLY: Bye, Grandma. Bye, kids.