At church we got a (very belated) welcome basket.  In it was a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine.  Will LOVES bread, so it can as no surprise to hear him calling up to me asking if he could have some “church bread.”  (When he heard ‘yes’ he shouted ‘“HURRAY!”)  He then brought me the wine and asked if I’d like some.  When I said not now, he said “God made it.” 

Which gave me the best mental image of God barefoot in a big wooden tub, squashing grapes with Lucy and Ethel.