A Mother decided it was time that her three sons get baptized. So, after weeks of suitable instruction one bright Sunday morning they were on their way to church where the three boys, 8, 9, and 11, would have their sins washed away.
The 9 year old was particularly pensive that day, and when she asked him what he was thinking about, his reply was in the form of a question. "Mom, I want to go first." "Why?"
"Because, I don't want to be baptized in water that has all of my brother's sins floating around in it."