"Trudy, what are you doing?" Rachel said, coming up from the basement
    "Nothing, Rachel" Trudy said.
    "You have the bowl in your hand. Your going to lick the brownie batter."
    "Maybe" Trudy sighed. Why did Rachel have to catch her?
    "Sit down Trudy" Rachel said, taking her own place on top of the counter. Trudy sat down in a chair next to the table. "You know when you asked me why ladybugs scatter when Bobby Pen is going to run over them? Well, I've been thinking and I'm pretty sure it's because God gave them a conscience."
    "What dose that big word mean?"
    "Conscience, it's a little voice that tells us whats wrong and what's right. Us Christans call it the Holy Spirit, and God gave it to us."
    "Oh! That's who Skye is!"
    "What?" Now it was Rachel's turn to ask questions.
    "Skye's my con...con...Holy Spirit."
    "Oh, and was she talking to you when you were going to lick the bowl."
    "Yes, Rachel, she was. And I'll start listening to Skye, and taking lessons from ladybugs!"