Last night I was nursing the baby and listening to my husband bathe John Michael and David. It was late, they were very dirty and we wanted to get them in bed so we could have some time together. I heard Fr. Joel pull David, who obviously was not cooperating, out of the tub and attempt to get him dry. Fr. Joel finally said with quite a bit of exasperation in his voice, "David, lift up your hands!" Blissfully unaware of his father's sense of urgency, David gleefully proclaimed, "We lift them up to the Lord!"