Bobby is getting big enough to take his turn saying prayers (this is seriously messing with our number system we’ve used for years – but we’ll adjust soon enough).
Last night it was his turn to say the blessing on the food at dinner. I said to him, “It’s your turn to say prayers.”
Bobby folded his arms and listened to me whisper the words to him. After each phrase I paused for him to repeat it.
Heavenly Father, I whispered.
Prayers, said Bobby.
Thank you for the food, I whispered.
Prayers, said Bobby.
Please bless it, I whispered.
Prayers, said Bobby.
Amen, I whispered.
Prayers, said Bobby.
I was right. It WAS his turn to say “prayers!”
There you go!