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After a heavy rainstorm filled all the potholes in the streets and alleys, a young mother watched her through her kitchen window at her two little boys playing in a puddle in the backyard.

The older of the two, a five year old lad, grabbed his sibling by the back of his head and shoved his face into the water hole.

As the boy recovered and stood laughing and dripping, the mother ran outside to the yard in a panic.

"Why on earth did you do that to your little brother?" she asked as she shook the older boy in anger.

"We were just playing church, mommy," he said and continued, "and I was just baptizing him... in the Name of the Father, the Son and in the hole-he-goes."
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