My parents' neighbors have several small children. One day while my father was out doing yardwork, the three-year-old son (who was quite distressed) came running towards him with his hands outstretched and clamped around something clearly important.
"Mr. Jerry, help! Mr. Jerry! Oh help! I have bless you in my hands!"
On a positive note, at least the child knew to cover his mouth and nose when he sneezed.