Because he lives on top of the stove, Buddy Christ gets dirty. Not just dirty, but greasy. If you think Jesus Christ got dirty walking the desert in sandals and a robe, just imagine how dirty Buddy Christ gets dodging grease fires and spaghetti sauce spats on top of our stove.
When Buddy Christ gets so disgustingly dirty even I can no longer cast my gaze upon him, it's bath time. I feel a little like John the Baptist when I give Buddy Christ a bath in our sink. Maybe my name should be Buddy Becky the Baptist.