After toasting Abe

At dinner, we toasted Abe Lincoln. Ella, critically examining a glass of red wine and a glass of grape juice side-by-side, asked me whether, if I didn't know which was which, I could tell the difference.

"In this case, no," I said.

"Because, after all," David said, looking at Ella. "What is wine made from?"

Without missing a beat, she replied, with a smile, "Jesus's blood."

We all high-fived her.