Just a quick entry here. Last night, my little boy (almost five) was bouncing a couple of super balls around in our foyer before dinner time. (OK, you know where this is going…) He came to the table when we called him for dinner, and he offered to say the prayer over the meal. Whenever he prays, he usually just looks around and says thank you for the the things he notices. “Thank you for our pictures. Thank you for our fans that spin. Thank you for daddy. Thank you for the food.” Well, last night’s prayer began: “Father in heaven, thank you for my balls…”
DH, older son and I managed to control our laughter, though older son turned the brightest red I’ve ever seen. We all sort of croaked our “amens.”
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee that is AWESOME! Thanks for the giggle!
Aw, that’s sweet.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more heart-felt prayer. I thank god for my balls all the time.
Great story.
Ann check out this link. Wonder if you got some bad gas that might be causing your car ailments????
http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/ap/20040528/ap_on_re_us/sulfur_in_gas
Nah, I never buy gas from Shell. Who can afford it! And we had just filled up the car the night before, so it’s not like it was a gauge issue. But goodness, Miss Joe, you are so well informed! When are you coming for a visit? I’m thinking you should pop down at the end of September for Pride Day. Just a thought. There’s a great parade in the quarter.
“Pride Day” - I wanna come, I wanna come!
Great story Ann, ya gotta love our little gems!