My family and I were hanging out after church a few Sundays ago. An offering plate was lying on the front pew. It was shiny, so, naturally, my daughter, Lydia, went right to it.
She was looking at it (with her hands instead of her eyes). So, as any good Baptist would (j/k), I asked her if she was going to put some money in there. Without a pause, she started pretending she was emptying her pockets of many, many coins into the plate.