A little boy was walking down a dirt road after church one Sunday afternoon when he came to a crossroads where he met a little girl coming from the other direction.
"Hello," said the little boy.
"Hi," replied the little girl.
"Where are you going?" asked the little boy.
"I've been to church this morning, and I'm on my way home," answered the little girl.
"Me, too," replied the little boy. "I'm also on my way home from church.
Which church do you go to?"
"I go to the Baptist church back down the road," said the little girl. "What about you?"
"I go to the Methodist church back on the top of the hill." replied the little boy.
They discovered they were both going the same way, so they decided to walk together. They came to a low spot in the road where spring rains had
partially flooded the road, so that there was no way they could get across to the other side without getting wet.
"If I get my new Sunday dress wet, my mom'll skin me alive," said the little girl.
"My mom will tan my hide, too, if I get my new Sunday suit wet," replied the little boy.
"I tell you what I think I'll do," said the little girl. "I'm gonna pull off all my clothes and hold them over my head and wade across."
"That's a good idea," said the little boy. "I'm gonna do the same thing with my suit."
So they both undressed and waded across to the other side without getting any of their clothes wet. They were standing there in the sun, waiting to drip dry before putting their clothes back on, when the little boy (staring at her intently) finally remarked,
"You know, I never did realize before just how much difference there really is between a Baptist and a Methodist!"