We have some family friends (we'll call them the "E's") that for some reason, have A LOT of very religious people in their neighborhood ALL the time. Jehovah's Witnesses, Mormons, Baptists, all kinds of people. Mr. E says he feels pretty darn special that so many people want him to save his soul. He actually doesn't mind talking to them. Figures if he talks to some of these people, it's like going to church except he doesn't have to get dressed up.
Funny story though...
They have a young daughter. Mr. E was home watching her while Mrs. E was running errands. Mr. E was watching TV and his daughter was playing with her dolls and combing their hair, braiding it, etc. Then she said, "Daddy let me do your hair? Please? please?" Being the nice daddy that he is, he said ok. So she put a whole lot of little barrettes in his hair - you know the plastic ones that come in a lot of colors? So his hair is sticking up all over his head in little tufts with all these little barrettes. She tells him he is BEAUTIFUL. Sweet Kodak moment, etc.
Well, a little while later, she goes off to her room to play more. Mr. E just sits there and continues to watch TV.
The doorbell rings. Jehovah Witnesses, of course. For some reason, they have really weird expressions on their faces. He invites them in. Now remember - the little girl is in her room and not really making any noise. They only see Mr. E., a grown man, all by himself, with this interesting hairstyle.
They chat for a bit but after only a minute or two they make excuses and leave.
Mr. E is puzzled, then walks to the back of the house to check on his daughter.
...passes a hallway mirror...
...and suddenly achieves enlightenment