Dear Jesus, please help me not to laugh at bedtime as the children say their prayers to you.
Among the praise from AJ last night: "Thank you for making animals for us to kill and eat..."
A little later, his favorite plea, "And please let it be 70 degrees tomorrow."
Sydney started off her prayer as she often does, correcting herself without ever missing a beat: "Thank you for my Mom, and thank you for my Dad, and thank you for my brother and thank you for Maggie and thank you for... oh yeah... Maggie's dead. And thank you for Spike, and..."
Is there anything more honest than a child's prayer?
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